I kiss the soil as if it is the last time I will recognize the beauty she has given the trees.

A.P. Sweet
I kiss the soil as if it is the last...
I kiss the soil as if it is the last...
I kiss the soil as if it is the last...
I kiss the soil as if it is the last...
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I kiss the soil as if it is the last time I will recognize the beauty she has given the trees, basically saying that I am extremely grateful for everything about this place. When you love the world around you, you appreciate it and want to make sure it gets better. As you get older, you realize that "the beauty" isn't always in the city or in the things that we can see. Sometimes it's in things that we can't see, like an old tree. If we do not protect and treasure these things, they will disappear and we will lose what made this place special to us.

Source: Dead, But Dreaming

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