can you listen to the trees breathe
and the bees sigh as they suck nectar;
can you hear the sound of a darkened moon
looking for its reflection on a still lake,
or the snowflake as it lands on the path,
can you feel it exhale as it melts
into the ground reaching for thirsty roots
or do you just hear the chainsaw
as it cuts through the forest of your dreams?
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