Standing beside her to seek her horizon,
Struck by her aire of august majesty,
Watching the cadence of white-capped
migration,
The rise and the fall as she strives to be
free.
But freedom forbids her to glide past her
borders,
Confined as a victim of proclivity,
Trapped by the steeliness of gravity and
Shaped by the odd folds of geography.
Slowly she rises in vaporous billows
To sky above mountains, rivers and plains.
Offering nurture to land-loving presence,
Her cycle facilitates life-giving rain
While deep in her catacombs giants roam
freely
To feast on her sustenance unceasingly.
Teaming with buoyant, benevolent bounty
That seems to reach far beyond eternity..
Witness her lifeforce,
Marvel her wonders,
Sing her a song so sweet no one conceives
Of the beauty she bears,
The glamour she wears,
The wonders she shares
As she rhythmically breathes.
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