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Tangible thoughts
Tangible thoughts gathered from the forest of the evergreen tree
the old soul of the forest, calling out to me.
Pleading and begging my Spirit to turn down the volume and listen
Straining to comprehend, for to hear is to know all knowledge that was missing
So I gradually start to overstand that without the tree I would cease to breathe
All knowledge gained...
life begets life or so it would seem
Death comes to all and natures gold is green.
And folks wonder why I love the sound and aroma of the trees
Hearing whispers of the forest is heady and will bring you to your knees
Adhering to the trees keeps you dizzy like you're tumbling along a constant breeze,
Floating on clouds, listening to the leaves as they silently whisper to the trees
Know me for we are one Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades
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