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I wish I could think that everything is right under the sky
I wish I could think I will be able to believe
everything will always be there
the trees
the wilderness
the benevolent rains
the seasons
even the mosquitoes that bother me
I wish I could tell my son that everything will always be there
Nothing new under the sun
but the magnificence of the world I would like to leave behind when I go
The brightness of life glimmering
in a spiderweb
in the eyes of a fox
in the race of a horse
in the wetness of a tropical leaf
in the fulness of a wild flower I will never know the name of
The perfection of the universe condensed
in the flight of a fly
in the call of a little owl in the silent chatter of my garden
in the mild curve of a soft cat's back
What I would like to leave behind
What I should leave behind
Not the certainty
That there will be less and less
Under the sky.
FT.
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