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Brothers from another land.

Judson_Kaique
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gwen64

Same with the blackbirds out the back here. Some mornings I stand at the window far too long and feel a bit daft for minding so much what happens to one small bird.

Same with the blackbirds out the back here. Some mornings I stand at the window far too long and feel a bit daft for minding so much what happens to one small bird.

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Gently touching life and living genuinely. Nature should remain until the last day of our planet.

Until nothing remains, because it always will be: shared lives, one fauna prevails while another goes into decline.

I don't want to cry anymore about this, I want to belong to this green and vivid land, I hoped not to care so much. But nature will be here until the day of our death, until no bones remain, until we close our eyes forever.

I wish everyone could see the living beauty of the natural world as I see it. We would be confident and aware that we are also children of these lands.

None of this is nonsense, nature needs care, as does our flora.

A jaguar, a caiman, all the birds, they deserve to live the splendor of life. We will never be hypocrites, we are children and brothers of the same land.

I don't know what I'm crying about at the moment, I think I could love this blue and green planet more than my own life, to preserve the beautiful and the pretty. Never say goodbye to all of this.

Children of the same land, brothers of the same soil, we will be here as long as everything is green and blue again, it won't be just a fleeting love, it will be forever and ever.

Watching wildlife in the late afternoon, nature is stunning, we see it in the eyes of our fauna, they shine like a sun at dusk.

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  • gwen64

    Same with the blackbirds out the back here. Some mornings I stand at the window far too long and feel a bit daft for minding so much what happens to one small bird.

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  • nodding_along

    The animals' eyes shining like a sun at dusk is the one I'll be thinking about all week. It turns the whole piece around so they're the ones looking at us.

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Gently touching life and living genuinely. Nature should remain until the last day of our planet.

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