Why unkempt meadows are lovelier than gardens manicured;
wild roses shine brighter than those in vase?
Why world surrenders to the beauty divine, of nature unbound
and hails both sun and rains on grass?
Why sounds of the sun ever unheard still heal us all
and sights unseen tingle our mind?
Why such beauty wild, free, liberating, we all coronate
yet trample with our steps unkind?
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