River
River
A winding river often leads
To a fabled forest of deeds
Where the image of majestic trees precedes
A conceptual growth from tiny seeds
The prolific vision of water recedes
Into a valley of intrinsic needs
Where our conception of nature misleads
Us into a failure to see the weeds
That infects our very spiritual reads
A sketch for this!
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