Plants reduce carbon dioxide

The challengers dissented

a blackout poem for #writeout via DS106 Daily Create

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Every leaf speaks bliss to me ... — Emily Bronte

A chorus of voices singing a softened melody of forever falling

I'm here, calling, wondering, for when the Earth stops spinning,

will we finally find our footing, and break ourselves free?

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Daylight breaking - light scattered into stars

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Daylight breaking - light scattered into stars

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A temperature of near seventy degrees connects these cities

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Staring into darkness and light, the night begins

to fade away, breaking towards morning,

I'm transfixed, watching the fish in the Pacific

through a mediated feed and screen -

My mind, swimming with possibilities before the day calls me in

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Ripened red berries, weighing down the Rowan tree; birds swarming, beneath

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Here, where seconds eat the day away, I am grateful for the way you shepherd the hours with neither venom nor malice, but only with patience of time's forever clock ticking in forward motion

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On a long walk through woods, I notice only your natural beauty,

but beneath your dress of wood and rock - your back now bent

from the burdens of time and use; our footprints, the weight of the weary,

long, now, these years, and also, worn down to fragile bone - you sigh the sigh of heavens

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Uplift your liquid songs, ye eddies bright

— from The River by Manuel Jose Othon https://poets.org/poem/river-3?mc_cid=86adea934a&mc_eid=ed9c8bae96

I taste your words on my tongue, young one – though ancient, too, as the hours before the storm that released you, and the pull from the Earth's center, irresistible – your endless journey from riverbank to raindrop never stops, does it? You are forever in motion, dancing to tides of ocean

Translated into Spanish by Claude/AI

Saboreo tus palabras en mi lengua, joven – aunque también antiguo, como las horas antes de la tormenta que te liberó, y la atracción desde el centro de la Tierra, irresistible - tu viaje interminable desde la orilla del río hasta la gota de lluvia nunca cesa, ¿verdad? Estás por siempre en movimiento, danzando al ritmo de las mareas del océano

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