And Then,We Shall Be Orphans.

Nature’s palette, difficult to match

Oh, where else is such beauty without a catch?

The giving heart of a mother

Is never given to any other!

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Nature bestows and we take

But, our coveting thirst, how long can she slake?

One of these days, she might go asunder

And then we shall be orphans, we’d better ponder…