Fires burned on the horizon

The thick smell of smoke filled the air.

Thousands of lights extinguished,

The lights that make up her.

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I am part of a greater whole.

She has many names.

God, Creator

Mother Nature.

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She formes us,

Wraps around us

And this is how we repay her

With fire and war.

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Have you ever seen a small plant grow?

From a seed into a tall fir tree?

Its light grows, as it does too

And inside us, that light too.

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And all those lights

From humans to bees

Form together,

Into she.

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She formes us,

Wraps around us

And this is how we repay her

With fire and war.

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We may say that she's immortal,

But that's only close to the truth,

For every light you extinguish,

Your light dims too.

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And the void that had always been,

Alight with light for all to see,

Dims and dulls.

And she sleeps.

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She formes us,

Wraps around us

And this is how we repay her

With fire and war.

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As I sit on the grass

I must watch those lights extinguished

Right before my eyes.

And Mother, Creator,

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She's lost to us,

Piece by piece.

Her light extinguished

With fire and war.