In a world so vast and full of woe,
Where change and strife do ebb and flow,
I seek to capture, in Keats' style,
The essence of our earthly trial.

Upon the bosom of the Earth,
A new age struggles to find its birth,
As darkness looms and tempests rise,
We strive to find our paradise.

In Nature's arms, we find respite,
From burning lands and cities' blight,
Amidst the forest, green and fair,
A solace found in fragrant air.

Yet shadows of our making, loom,
As progress marches to its doom,
Innovation, swift and bright,
Consumes the world in greedy light.

Oh, let us pause and take a breath,
To contemplate our mortal quest,
And turn our eyes to skies above,
To cherish that which we do love.

In Keatsian ode, I sing this tale,
Of beauty, truth, and love's travail,
Let us unite, with hearts aflame,
To heal the world, in his sweet name.
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