
A precious relic,
or decorative ear piece—
all’s nationalism.

A precious relic,
or decorative ear piece—
all’s nationalism.

Rethink every thought—
quite crappy the world will be,
if first drafts were last.

Though we may branch out,
reach for skies, go our own ways—
human roots are one.

The road to winter;
mighty leaves down on their knees,
pay homage to earth.

Amidst wild humans,
to survive is to achieve—
you made it, nature!