A luminous twisted wood
Chorus pulp of the ancient
In any age experienced-
Rings run endless spirals.
A timber floats above
Cloaked Chapter of the seasons
In any being wiser-
Ruling living scripts modestly.
A structure bound divine
Calling branches of the green
In any sense stronger-
Roaring breath feeds you.
A perennial code whispers
Circumjacent pull of the vein
In any task elegant-
Remnant rush silently regenerates.
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