The Hello Tree
Hello tree, it’s me I’m still today but I don’t often be Here in my place quietly contemplating myself unable to see The nature of you as…

Hello tree, it’s me
I’m still today but I don’t often be
Here in my place quietly
contemplating myself unable to see
The nature of you as you stand outside
My kitchen window occupying the void
The space between me and you
Where there is nothing real
Only illusion to
The world of form where we both lose
But regain again if we so choose
The things we lost if willing…
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