To Be One

To be one with the babble of river,
The soft whispers of cedar and pine;
To be one with the mountain, the wind and the sea
And the swallow and swift in decline;

To be one with the wave in surrender
As it breaks on the shore in relief;
To be one with the dew at the first light of dawn
As it kisses the face of a leaf;

To be one.

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