After a 100-day drought
Wringing the patience from everybody's pores,
The rain finally enshrouded the concrete city;
Strange hungry plants invaded odd corners,
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One day they will be no sun or rain. If man was born to destroy the world he's doing a fine job. A fantastic poem.
As long as there are people to feel the pain of our planet the hope for us to grow wise and learn how to live friendly with each other cannot die. Yes we shall learn to listen just as you did. We have plenty of teachers all around us, I guess all that we need is to open our hearts towards all forms of life...