A thick skin, a lot hidden beneath,

Uplifting a spirit from deep underneath.

A pair of folded hands, a hidden shrine.

An unshaken shadow reflecting a spine.

A height so tall, a sky so azure,

With a multitude of seasons to endure.

A million hearts and many more veins,

Plunged into the depths are its reins.

A stroke of sun on a hue of green,

Swinging from twined arms umpteen.

Gently chasing the golden tease,

And softly rustling to the summer breeze.

A sweeping silence at its feet.

A smell so moist, a smell so sweet.

A call to awakening, a call to life.

A call that’s wasted without any strife.


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