Finite
Rivers before us all have a size,
A bottom to all
Do none realise?
Tremendous the growth
But not of these trees
Forgetting all those who live on their knees
Drinking so deep from finite resource
Seeing the bottom with little remorse
Wealth will protect you from being the first
But finite is finite
You'll soon feel the thirst.
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Author:
E Naughton (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 20th, 2023 00:36
- Category: Nature
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