The sunlight cannot be felt
While living in the shades of the branches,
That doesn't mean the sun isn't out there,
The branches capably dealt
With the sunlight and so high it reaches
Giving shade to the creatures out there,
At times the presence
Can't be closely sensed,
Ignorantly the premise
Shouldn't be announced.
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