Time and matter, once in haste,
Now slow their dance, restored, retraced.
My eyes transfixed on beauty pure,
Earth renewed, a sight so sure.
Lush wilderness spreads far and wide,
Prehistoric in its primal pride.
Is this our future's verdant face?
A world reclaimed by nature's grace?
Brightness floods this new-born sphere,
Joy overwhelms as hope draws near.
Have we at last subdued our greed?
Embraced the planet's urgent need?
In perfect harmony we stand,
With forests, oceans, sky, and land.
This Earth, reborn in beauty's light,
Humanity's most precious sight.
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