Calm green fern songs
Hemmed in by chains
Sawing away
Splintered thuds
Of another
Fallen grandfather
With sap tears
For so many eyes
Stuck shut
On green prairies
Of what used to be
Trees trees trees
Tadger is there
You can find him
Traversing
Lower village
In poseidons arms
A donut hub
Lounge
Feel at home
There's one spoon
One pot
And you
Sleep
Alot
Until
Those
Little whisps
Start cascading into
Booming tarps of raging fury
Bringing back
Hidden fears
Of the banished
Neandrathal
Being harmonies
Base elements
Survivals lost
From the past future
Ancestral winds
Dream, Poseiden, Aradia, Marvelous
grooved dances
with all their children
Awakening aliveness
Into ground
Loving storm
And winds that roll
Breathing tips of trees
Without sleep
Across rememberances
Of our connectivity
Thanks be
Healing trees!
.................
Nowl

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