Search me out,
If you can.
But tell not
Anyone who I am.
I am
What you imagine,
I am
What you get.
You appear
And you discover.
You find the cause
And you plant the tree
As the herbs.
What a nice time,
You utter.
And you said
Okay then,
Let me burn.
I am there
On the top
Of the mountain,
I am there
On the root
Of the ocean.
Search me out
If you can.
And then
Tell all
What a life
You enjoy.
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