It rained…
The tree…
is a silent song…
that is heard by all and none…
reaching out from the ground…
and into the heavens, arms outstretched…
it hears the stories of the wind…
and hears the stories of the rain…
an hears the stories of a million footsteps…
we shall wither but new leaves shall grow…
and the treesong will echo in the empty realms of thought…
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