The sky has her moods,
The mountains do too.
The oceans turn angry shades of blue.
Why even people sometimes do.
They sit lonely on a rock
Not minding the sound of tick tock.
They vacantly stare into space
Dreaming the dreams of a tired
And weary old race.
The earth, she moves
To thundering applause,
Her shifting and her clattering,
Shattering, deafens the ears.
But, I've no time for that,
I've people to see and places to go,
And that's that.
- Gwen Beauregard (2011)
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