Picture: A February Morning at Moret sur Loing by Alfred Sisley
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Mid-February sun, burning hot on your face:
Welcome to the Age of Humans,
Climate changed by the primate, changed.
We reached the sky, coming down from the trees:
Towers of men and other dead creatures,
And other dead seas,
And other dead features.
Meet me where the grass grows wild,
Meet me where the wind blows mild,
For columns of guardians breathe through these lands.
Meet me under a green canopy, where Humans and Nature shake hands.
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Herons