The days and years have come and gone.
Leaving behind memories that of a sad song
The land and times have changed so much from the past,
Tradition and beauty are fading fast.
I look at old photos and peoples' faces,
Seeing happiness and tragedy in different places.
What would life of been living like our forefathers?
Or living the life of the Indian, wolf or otter.
Technology and knowledge keep growing stronger.
But, will the cost be the nature and the earth no longer.
Life is a gift and should be respected.
The beauty of originality can not be neglected

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