I make the journey every week
To sit under this tree
That shades me from the burning heat
Of ignorance; I’m free
To breathe the air its leaves exhale,
To hear the rustle sound
That makes its fragrant blossoms sail
In silence to the ground.
Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you
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