Invisible bonds,
Between the birds, fields and trees
In summer's blessed hours,
Are perhaps all we can sense
About hazy realms
Of eternity. I know
The vital, green life
And the way it flows through the
Vessels of this world.
I know there is a profound
Silence behind words
And conventional notions.
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