The First Light

Before I wake up to find the earth abiding by rules as usual, the first light, before touching anything made by men, touches the leaves.
Before touching the filth that keeps piling up, the towers that keeps blocking the sun, the odor that keeps getting louder, the sighs that keeps getting quieter, and the men that keep getting hungrier.
The leaves are in short supplies these days. Love while you can, right?

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