Limbs and leaves,
As is now is your want.
Carpenter ants,
spread them apart.
Can not you see
while,
i am asleep.
Winter my roam
summer may keep.
Fall will then come
and roots,
kneal, knee deep.
Say what you mean,
as rivers and streams
come alive.
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