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The Gift

I see crystal trees lit in green, orange and white

It’s a carnival out there and neon mocks the night

Nearby a graveyard sleeps under a blanket of dark

Men dead & gone replenish the earth, play their part

Seems some of us have to die to turn green

(Seems) Some of us are now joining in between

With a sense of urgency, even one of joy

Learning to turn away from the unwanted toy

And it’s nice to know, some of us make a difference

That's beyond just talking it up, at some conference

As a shrinking carbon footprint, a growing conscience

As part of a collective greed, that eases & lessens

Go on, look around, re-cognize your gifts

It’s every single thing that cannot be bought

Let hands like hearts hold not, for more time than befits

But embrace and empty before the onset of rot

And if people still starve while food's being burnt

Its coz the ethics of gifting is yet being learnt

This is truly a beautiful world that we live in

May what’s now our gift, grow in its giving

-Suraj Mani

"Go on, look around, re-cognize your gifts"

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