Mountains do you move by your own will?
Molten rivers by your own volition?
You oceans clearly drive your own ebb and flow.
Oh winds surely you must know where you’ll go?
I sit and watch in organic stupor.
But I do marvel at the equation that binds it all.
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Keeter C (
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It's a mathematical mystery.
I saw it once in a moment of enlightenment in my crazy youth but it’s lost to me now.
The mysteries of the natural environment. Mountains, rivers and oceans. A marvel, each one of them. Secrets are carried on the wind. Thank you for posting.
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