Tumultuous avalanches
and
tumultuous thought
We are our own destruction.
Poke at its volatility
and
it might just come down.
In this endless cycle
called global warming
or
it could be
in this restless state
of mind swarming.
What's next?
The continuation of a journey for success?
So snow will pile down
or
maybe none at all.
So our shoulders will droop down
with faces appalled.
Why can't we live
correctly,
simply,
strongly?
Do good, be good.
Don't look good and just say good.
What is good?
Let life be decorated with simplicity
and the world as well.
Clean the mind,
clean the ground.
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