*
Beneath the shadowed boughs, I walk day-long,
A quiet hum, the Earth's unspoken song,
Whispering winds weave tales of time yearlong,
Their threads of wisdom my silent singsong.
The stillness holds a depth I dare not long,
For in its calm, my restless thoughts respire.
*
Beneath the shadowed boughs, I walk day-long,
And find the peace where fleeting sorrows throng.
Awakening a truth once veiled and strong.
Their threads of wisdom my silent singsong.
Its ancient chords dissolve my fears lifelong,
A moment wrapped in nature's sacred hymn.
*
Beneath the shadowed boughs, I walk day-long,
A moment wrapped in nature's brief wind song.
Each leaf, a verse that bends, then breaks headlong.
Their threads of wisdom my silent singsong.
I gather fragments as they play along,
Their brief flight airborne a fleeting swansong.
A solace found within life's fragile fray.
*
Beneath the shadowed boughs, I walk day-long,
Upon untraveled paths forever long.
Their threads of wisdom, my silent singsong.
Their echoes dutifully string along,
A melody whispering what's ahead.
*
Beneath the shadowed boughs, I walk day-long,
Their threads of wisdom my silent singsong.
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