A Walking Man
Daylight as a walking man,
The clear visions of the long distant highway,
This sun is bearing truthfulness tomylife
The weighted objects, of trees, visions, and senses,
This inhations of a breathing planet,
from the mothers milks, hands,
Down to the fathers instructions,
at the hands of a competent nature,
Nurture devoted to services,
From this growing essentials for a needed garden,
this interconnecting cellulars of life with the other lives
These trees are alive and functioning wih the earth,
You are a helpless travellerstill bent onthis journey.
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