Scales

how green and lush this place -
to make up for all the
	deserts and the barrens
of this world?

how beautiful the trees, the
coloured flowers - to make
up for all the ugliness
eyes are forced to see?

how soft and sweet falls
the Spring rain - to make
up for all the sewer-filled
terrain?

how quiet and full of peace
the air - a balm to
my own heart and head
bowed-down with too much care?

how fast the flow of years -
under stone and old moss bridges
to make up for
all my tears?

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