How a branch that grips so deep
Can muster a world under its feet.
To a root that drains from wisdom unseen,
And a hall of the wise, so gathered for thee.
How a branch that drapes in green
Can shelter a world from the radiant beam.
A chapel of old where secrets are hold
Is but another site for the passionate to unfold
How a branch of flourished fragrance
Can calm a world struggling for sleep.
For a spur is but one reason for speed,
You seek all threads where puppets gain strength.
Rubbles to ash carved footmarks upswept,
Foundation in depth leaves a story behind.
But for those passing the light,
Keep clearing a path while heeding the past.
Can muster a world under its feet.
To a root that drains from wisdom unseen,
And a hall of the wise, so gathered for thee.
How a branch that drapes in green
Can shelter a world from the radiant beam.
A chapel of old where secrets are hold
Is but another site for the passionate to unfold
How a branch of flourished fragrance
Can calm a world struggling for sleep.
For a spur is but one reason for speed,
You seek all threads where puppets gain strength.
Rubbles to ash carved footmarks upswept,
Foundation in depth leaves a story behind.
But for those passing the light,
Keep clearing a path while heeding the past.
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