You are the rock beneath our feet,
ever vigilant with a steady beat.
You are the wind betwixt the trees
ever wishful for a refreshing breeze.
If birds could sing some lovely songs,
it would be of you, who loves so long.
If the world could see it would seem
to hold your face in great esteem.
If a person could do so very much,
he couldn't do as you have such.
If the dead could walk and the living sing,
you'd be the love of everything.
Your troubles seem to never stop,
and yet you still keep your watch.
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