I didn't know that you were so blue.
Oh look, the clouds on your surface are so white.
You are so quiet, stoic, strong as an ox,
And yet somehow I think you are brave,
Since you carry us as we destroy you.
A young man you may be by age,
But you are ancient in your wisdom,
Passed down to you as it was by your Father.
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