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The wind blew over the plateau,
Behind me, and behind the Yew.
Feeling its quintessence of touch,
Rolling over the body as much.

The sensation runs through the veins,
Magnifies the love with sweet pain.
Holding the thought of nature and love,
Flying over the horizon on a dove.

Sweet chirping of birds comes in ear,
Was now! Rare to hear.
Intonation recoups the dearth surround,
Melodious rhythm continues all around.

I sat beneath the tree,
Thinking! How beautiful to be care-free?
But the situation is poles apart,
As humans have exaggerated into part.

The glory was concealed,
As there’s no one to heal.
The twitching no more brings joy,
As their homes have destroyed.

Concreted forests are escalating,
And real one is depleting.
Protecting is no more concern,
Nature yell for its adorn.