© Adrian Keefe
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Nature is of infinite meaning
But, within that interminable flow,
we humans exist.
Everywhere we are, there is nature.
Everyone we are, we are nature.
Nature is the broadcloth of humanity,
And, without its protective covering we are lost,
helpless against the wildness of chaos,
destined for destruction.
We are born into Nature,
we are part of its organic charm.
[Adrian Keefe 2009]