Ode to the Gentle Dawn

**Part IV: Nature's Whisper

By Mo HPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read

The rustling leaves speak not of border lines,
The flowing stream through many nations shines.
The mountain stands, a sentinel so grand,
Unmoved by flags that scar the conquered land.
In nature's calm, true unity we keep.

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