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Inside Verse (suggested): Wind of Change Gliding on a soft and gentle breeze, the goddess arrives on her dandelion carriage, softly propelled by pink lightning. Her presence is heralded by the celestial fireworks of a thousand shooting stars, a flock of peace doves, and a rainbow bringing hope to a planet under threat. She is concerned about the sprawling concrete cities that have been slowly robbing the earth of its beautiful and life-giving gifts. She recognizes that the time for change is now, but do we?