Environmental
Health
After the cold blizzard,
The rain came down to soak us.
Now, my eyes can focus
On the growing crocus.
The eagles fly to dominate space,
And the nightingale sings
To conquer the soul.
The falling rain
Give me environmental pain.
I do not have tears.
Rain cries before my eyes and ears.
What do I do with my fairs?
Eagles fly to dominate space
Nightingale sings to conquer the soul.
I am still standing before the fall.
Tomshinsky@2026
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