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We had forgotten
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the sound of thunder,
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the feel of cold rain.
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Our landscape—
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scorched by sun’s
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constant heat,
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birthed wild fires.
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Now, we sit
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in ashes.
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Vultures,
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with singed wings,
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circle overhead.
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After so much loss
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we refuse to be carrion,
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We stand—
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We walk—
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toward a future
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that only our hope
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can reveal.