Just one word, a phrase or two
Something simple, or something new
I left all my plight in a place far away
In the silhouette of an old oak tree
Eagerly awaiting the winds of subtlety
Change that roars, and swirls around me
As it picks me up, I lose sight of the ground
I’ve forgotten my fear
My trunk no longer bound
There’s too much to perceive up here.
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