i could sit for hours
chatting with
the trees about
how the stars
once ruled all things
i would take out my
pocket knife and carve
my name in the
wizened old bark
and one day
the stars will know
my name and the
everlasting wisdom
will burgeon from the trees
and glint from the sky
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