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Wind rustles the branches, a breeze in my face.
Smooth bark to hold on to, how I love this place.
Sunlight streams down, no rush in its pace.
The birds are all whistling, how I love this place.
The silky green leaves, adorned with sharp lace,
Glisten with dew drops, how I love this place.
Away from the world, it’s magic I face.
Up here on this tree limb, how I love this place.
Understanding the world, is my luminous chase.
The undoable done, how I love this place.
Smooth bark to hold on to, how I love this place.
Sunlight streams down, no rush in its pace.
The birds are all whistling, how I love this place.
The silky green leaves, adorned with sharp lace,
Glisten with dew drops, how I love this place.
Away from the world, it’s magic I face.
Up here on this tree limb, how I love this place.
Understanding the world, is my luminous chase.
The undoable done, how I love this place.
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