Young

This land is young and so are we

Jagged mountains reaching for the moon

Rushing rivers cutting new paths

Carrying away soft stone.

 

Constantly shifting earth

A state of constant flux

The sun rises on a new world each day

Still experiencing growing pains.

 

This land was made for giants.

Will we expand to fit the space?

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