I spur my horse past the ruined city;the ruined city, that wakes the traveler's thoughts:ancient battlements, high and low;old grave mounds, great and small. Where the shadow of a single tumbleweed tremblesand the voice of the great trees clings forever, I sigh over all these common bones --No roll of the immortals bears their names. Hanshan
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This poem by Robert Frost is about the natural beauty of the world and the wonder of nature. It is about how we should appreciate the things we have because they are so rare. The beauty of nature is what makes us want to explore it and appreciate it.

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