Memory of the Trees
The morning dew
reflects the memory
of the night sky
stars brightly glittering
Each blade of grass
a family member
in the world of things
blows ever so gently
Birds pluck the petals
that fall to the grass
a new days watering.
Sing us your song...
the sweet one that
arouses our toes to tap
and our pious laws
to clap
and embrace the one
we turn our backs on.
The morning dew
reflects the memory
of the night sky
stars brightly glittering
Each blade of grass
a family member
in the world of things
blows ever so gently
Birds pluck the petals
that fall to the grass
a new days watering.
Sing us your song...
the sweet one that
arouses our toes to tap
and our pious laws
to clap
and embrace the one
we turn our backs on.
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