We’ve gotten it down
Building our waste and wisdom
What to do with what matters
To us what’s the plan
You would often mutter
The flood has a plan I suppose
The volcano must have planned
Its smallest details for months
In an almost human way
‘Mother Nature’ left home
Years ago so the rest
Is up to us fledglings to fly
I gave you a memory she said
Walking out the door
And now you must remember
Or die
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