Sitting alone in the wooded glade
Listening to the evening breeze
Welcoming the leafy shade
I watched the shaking of the trees
While everything around me
Got on with all their lives
A thought passed by me gently
How everything survives
No matter how the day goes by
Or how the evening closes
There's a patch of heaven if we look
Right under our noses
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