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The pass has burnt long and hard
And will not be for another day
This time I come to see, so to say
That life's a star and a swamp
It is so many things between
For together it has grown and seen
The trials and tribulations that have been
As flowers call to bees
And a dung beetle clears the shit below its knees,
Nature knows it's symbiosis simply because it sees
All things to be they jostle back and forth, a balance wrought in time,
Grown to be, what they are formed to be,
simply life dwelt upon the edge
Of what one can see
And what one can do
For the other to be
A leaf growing upon the tree