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My Earth


My Earth, She is a live living being, just like us.
Who talks, walks, sings, dances, listens and feels.
She calls me Son, She has been with me every moment of my existence.
I will be buried in Her for infinity.
Her hair is the singing grasses, Her voice the talking trees and warm breeze, Her skin the dirty and floral glory dancing forever! She loves me like no other, I Love Her, as only one can, forever, with all my life!
– Strong Buffalo