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The soft breeze whispers in my ear
Telling me that on these waters there’s nothing to fear
Lines of ribbons composed of bark sway overhead
Their canopy encloses my secrets of things better left unsaid
As I take a sip of nature’s sweet nectar
I am now my own protector
Memories wash over me and the past beckons
But I will not return aside from the weakness in these passing seconds
Thoughts swirl through the howling hollows
I’m all alone when no living soul follows
But perhaps that’s for the better
I’m not sure how anyone could understand this ever changing letter
Lightly lay my head down on this soft turf
Sometimes the only solace is in mother earth
Her flying children sing soft songs to me
Their fleeting whistles a chorus in limbo, I wish I were that free
A drop of rain falls onto my cheek
Curious how mother cries
It seems she knows her future is bleak
So sad that such a small number of her children are her allies
But then, as her soft breath whispers in my ear
I know that both of us have nothing and everything to fear
Sun rays fall over my skin
And in that warmth I am forgiven of my sins
For it is the clouds overhead where I can place my trust
There pure puffy simplicity turns my worries to dust
And as they float away on the cool breeze
The lines of ribbons composed of bark sway overhead
And their canopy encloses my secrets of things better left unsaid
