And in a great sweep of magic
That could have been tragic
I crashed into an alien world
My people would cry
They’d not understand why
How my life-blood was roaring
My senses soaring
Around me, diamond-spangled
Mosses, horns and skeletal trees
In awe I fell to my knees
Did our world hold greater treasures than these
crispina kemp 
A beautiful poem Crispina.
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Thank you, Sadje. I love these little lichens and mosses, you might have noticed
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Quite an adventure in so few words
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Thank you, Violet. This is an environment which inspires me
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