the trees -
they impart
the land's language
stored in the earth
unloosening it
in our tongue
they dance
round and round
round and round
in this chore
feed this brain
with words
the body carries
them back
to the land
and they are picked up
by the trees
that go round and round
round and round
in its chore to
impart the land's language
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