The Sticks

when you breach the forest
when you embrace the trees
your energy will realign
stop and listen to the bees
stop look listen and feel
all this is one design
at this power you should kneel
there is not more true pure or divine
so give way drop to your knees
and give thanks for all the beauty
all here is as it should be
peace love an tranquility
food and water abound
air made from the tree
berries made from the bush
water from the river
plenty of food to be found
flames will stop the shiver
rivers will cool from the ground
and if you ask why this is divine
the answer will astound
all is here all is for you
and you are part of the design

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