Voice of a Loon

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When you learn that the world is mystical,

Dealing with science creates enigma,

Without worries, life may seem whimsical,

But creative fires smoke with stigma,

When praise embraces the smudge of the cloud,

We are enabled to feel clean and proud,

A message may come through quiet or loud,

Yet others must strain to get past the shroud,

Through morning fog we hear the crying loon,

Like songs we hear meaning behind the tune,

Just a bird or does it join in your dream?

Life and art may change, seen through rising steam,

Advances, grandeur, the modern day’s plan,

Pure truth still taught by an ancient shaman

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