Lush-lain; for you, for me;
These walks, Earth-viewing's.
A green leisure, soaked through.
Pure rained; pure rayed.
Life's short; but worth it all
To be so delayed!
Yet are most wasted on
This drifter, eyeless.
Of a feeling man's heart
Void; for empty air.
By one prolonged shout, scream
Known; in each tree fair.
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