High up in the trees

We can see the breeze

We look into the skies

And observe

a formation of geese

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Not quite perfection

Natural selection

And life’s asymmetries

Are all that we need

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Except for the ideals

Only what we sense seems real

So hold on firmly

to visions that appeal

Improve everything we feel

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We can’t back down from our ideals

Unless they prove harmful

Reach out for the best world

Keep our loving arms full

Love has a strong pull

We should get it into our hearts

And into our strong skull

More people should be aware

and caring as we stare out into the world

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High as stormy seas

More than just a breeze

We look into dark skies

Above the ocean as it heaves

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Not quite destruction

Natural induction

To life’s fierce qualities

We will never concede

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Accept healthy ideals

Only what we sense seems real

So hold on firmly to connections

that can heal

Everything we feel

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