My wise tree stands on the hill
his branches bare and shrill
its green dimmed by light
with birds swift at their flight
My oak a hermit amongst the green
his roots sunk to the earth
his shade shows his wide grin
on the earth that gave us birth
deep to another world of dream and sleep his roots reach deep
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a poem
i have no names
i have no eyes
but my soul is filled with fire flies
to my dismay all is real
and too is very hard to deal
i smell hearts silently thump
but if i shatter away will it all be dump?
i have no eyes
but my soul is filled with fire flies
to my dismay all is real
and too is very hard to deal
i smell hearts silently thump
but if i shatter away will it all be dump?
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