crossed wires, eclectic

Oh tree of life

Thing of beauty

Come to earth

Wait not for your toes to sprout roots

You are terra firma

Firmly planted

Swing not on moods

Bench the thought

Sit and stay and talk awhile

Listen to the leaves

They turn

Over and under colors so bright

Do not give up little ones

We have work to do

Your departure draws tears from the depths below

The earth, she weeps and wails

Do not loose your marbles, then how will you play

Enjoy the day

Before a time in the distant future

Where scorched earth means

Hellfire and brimstone

Not pretty starlight

The life giving sun

All consuming rage at its death

Becomes bad for everyone

Caring is sharing so enjoy your days

Everything reverses eventually

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