
The trees they gather to honor their own
With blue skies, bird song, water and stone
While the mighty have fallen, the many have grown
Reflections of nature, her reverence is sown
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Her soul it withers where the rivers don’t flow
Where songbirds cease their wistful chime
What’s not been sown will never grow
In faraway woods of distant rhyme
Yet silence bears witness to waters so deep
Like moonbeams shining into the night
As mother nature rises from misty sleep
Into the dawn of wisdom’s light
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