As the world begins to convalesce
And its many people coalesce
At it's icy peak it melts away
Destined to drown in a wave of consequence
In turn it will deliver a message of dire neglect
Rooted from cause and effect
From when they had nothing to say yesteray
And could impact our present regret
Yet in its land flies an eagle young and free
Beautiful and perfect to it's line of symmetry
and though each half faces opposing ways
It wishes only to fly elegantly
And when she spreads her wings
The world feels her winds
Though her sky is grey today
It promises wonderous things
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