A nameless fear a darkened hour a nightly haunt. A whispered word a single tear a tall lone tower guarded by fear. Big old oak falling down field mice run far underground. Ground did shudder mountains did quake power is what is left in Mother Earths wake. Fast strong river raging to unheard beats sounds like singing from underneath. Sitting still like mountains tall watching over mankind’s fall. Faceless wonder ageless dame and Mother Earth is her name.



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