When snow falls gently down on silent trees
Which bend their heads and huddle in the cold
That’s when I contemplate humanity
And wish we could go back to days of old.
When seasons gave their wealth, and land its gifts
And people worked together with no thought
But that it might prove helpful to uplift
Not one, but all who toiled as one for aught.
We’ve lost our way, or so it seems to me
The winds and rains lash out at us, but now
Unlike the trees, and people from those times,
We bend alone, but oneness disavow.
The land will teach us what we need to learn.
Or else, we’ll lose the thing for which we yearn.
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