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Vast, engaging, one-eyed blue sky,
gliding clouds like fluffy feathers tickling the mountains,
and leering at the valleys through which rivers snake.
serene lakes with cranes, herons and preys.
shorelines hissing in irritation at the ocean waves bragging
on their 'gift-bearing' trips around the world.

The roars and moos, chirps, tweets and bleats
of the wild (as we choose to name them),
along principles devised all for themselves,
among the plants in their best makeups,
and trees in their most elegant, pathways and routes,
the wild, living life in its at once dangerous and simplest.

Oh, the winds do come along in wees and howls.
and the rains every now and then in drizzles and storms.
So the snows in flakes and blizzards.
the floods, droughts and quakes too.
but mother Earth is always there for us,
keeping us warm, fed, and settled in city sprawls.

Yes, she does have a flame, may be not all to herself.
flirting with the sky's monocle, slowly twirling and whirling,
round and around the sun day in day out she flirts with him.
what pleasure she derives, we may never, never know.
But the bond is there palpable, strong and there for so ever.
maybe love is one-eyed after all.