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a old poem i wrote

On this moonlit night she dances
She twirls and twirls as the
Cherry blossoms fall, and blow into the wind
The wind the her messenger of many things
She touches a lifeless being, it blooms to life
It dances with her
So beautiful, she dances, every thing she touches flourishes
Without her we all perish
She dances across the dead world
Everyone relives
And we join her dance
Twirling and twirling
Enemies and foes become one and dance
As the mother of all beings recreates the dead
Without her we are no more

The flowers will wither
The trees will die
The animals will fall down once they cant take it anymore
And we will fade away
Without her we are no more gone in the distance
All of our stories, our memories, our love
Gone forever more
But our mother, the giver of life, will help us prosper
She will be our guide our light,
She wants us to live to carry on her children
And what do we do we hurt her, we stab her
We poison her
Lets join her dance, while still can and become one with our enemies.