[194] Wrapped in Trees

Ancient wisdom wrapped in trees

telling truths of time and turn,

and drought and rain.

Listen close and fill your cup

with sun and moon,

the earth and wind,

and the sound of still

and the rustling of change,

for that is where

the story begins.

Grounded and free,

grounded and free.

What will I make of thee?

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