The musically inclined remind me of ancestors
Nebulous lives that sow their spirit's seed in society
Timeless affiliation that pass on familiarity and uniqueness
To undressed minds that climb (**branch by branch
To reach a place on this universal tree),
It's not me, but us that must (*breathe with the breeze and appease life's inevitable progress,
Hard pressed to evolve spiritually)
My soliloquy flows in the stream of a dream hoping to quench roots bound in time
Yours and mine
We'll find kin underground crowned with dirt
Who conduct their contribution to the earth's movement rhythmically
Unity in the tree thrives and strives to feed, house and arouse our desire to acquire wisdom the future will feel.
Real fruit is needed as our history is heeded.
Indeed, it is time to nourish minds, loosen binds, freeing everyone to climb(**),
Where honor shines on dew that gathers at the grass's tip, waiting to drip to the roots, down the shoots'¦
We live in sound cahoots with the forest'¦
The poorest sprout fears a drought has plagued us, embittered and enraged us, '¦as they fall in neglected wet lands becoming waste lands'¦without knowledge to withstand the pain of being pruned, too soon they approach their end'¦
So we mend and defend what we communally can
Or do we tend to soil where death itself is planted.
Granted shade as we wade in our own little tower,
Legacy showers, moisture for the flowers...
Powers unwittingly devise a plan to demand our stand to cease, become a crease in the earth, unbirth and throw in the hearth what lives by Willed creation...
My libation is unity of our community---
The weathered and dying,
Should it take reminding, us that we must (*) so we tend life's soil diligently to secure our home
The one in which all creatures roam
Like a feather that participates in flight
Without might, but grace'¦change will take place
Together we'll plan how to collectively stand
So the living forest remains in the land
We battle pollutants first hand
It's grand that this planet's purpose strums and hums, sprung forth by heart, love's art, life's drum.
Revolution has begun.

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