For all of his branches The way they hold fast in a breeze For all his expanses Roots anchor to bedrock, he cleaves For nature's advances Battered, poisoned, soil stained and steeped Satirical dances Mourning most at his loss of leaf
For all of his branches The way they hold fast in a breeze For all his expanses Roots anchor to bedrock, he cleaves For nature's advances Battered, poisoned, soil stained and steeped Satirical dances Mourning most at his loss of leaf
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. -Psalms 100:3
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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