Land frozen in ice having not a single blade of grass
filling air with the helplessnness to bring life in the need,
barren dry land in desert waiting for the clouds of rain,
to bring life in the seeds,
or land with dismal volcano filled with cinder,
waiting to cool down knows the value of beatitude of green,
sanctifying the land to give life of dreams.
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