Ballad of the thinking tree

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3/10/16 A song I wrote... weirdly...

My feet are grounded,

Strapped to my body,

My Soul still flies.

My heart is proud,

And my limbs are strong,

And my love follows you

Wherever you go.

Wherever you go.

The wind in my fingers,

Like branches outstretched,

I feel the world before me,

As times past and now.

The rain falls on me,

My tears of joy,

Sorrow and solitude

All one and the same.

This is my time now,

Like yesterdays gone.

I know only the love

Of the earth and the sky.

The sun above me

Chased by the moon,

I feel your voice now,

‘tis singing in mine.

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