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I can spin a tale A thousand miles a minute. I can sing a song Of my very surroundings. I can write an essay Debating global warming. But when it comes down To saying what's right, Nothing comes out, At least not well. Not good Motivating Insightful Respectful Sweet Or even Correct. But that's why We have editing In text messages In emails In the news And in writing White out Erasers Drafts. But you cannot edit Life. The most flimsy Paper, It bleeds through, And destroys. And when you think Too much damage Has been caused, Fix it. Not white out. Not copy and paste. Apologize. And if they don't und

Vision I walk through the tranquil forest, enjoying the air. I look around at the pine men. They look back. They are all intertwined, their earthen roots extending, connecting the fragile Earth. But there is the one danger, the one man, that could destroy it all. The one miniscule idea born in the heart of the brain, cities. And that one miniscule idea, brings a torrent of tiny ideas, and carries the fate of the Earth in its palms. But if man can learn, if he can learn to see, we can stop even death. Orval