Tree bees
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Poem:		42725
I see all that be, and all that I see is not like merely looking at a tree Instead the intricate beauty of the tree is the key to what I see. Beyond me there is we and we are always looking forward to be free, Free from what? I ask you say- It seems as though from we at the end of the day, as wars and cars, money and farce fill our lives with hurtful knives. Ours is to see, even if the eyes gorged out, as to truely see is to only be good and free. What is good?- well it is the wood indeed we should and could be as the tree allowing the World to breathe easy and free. I see us doing so I see our lives happy and giving like humble hives As One we live and to eachother give. The question of doubt finally we will not tout instead we will know, we will feel, we will think that actually the other's boat is not there to our's sink. And from there, on the universe's brink we will swim together As one with God we will think. To the heart of creation with God as our Patter and then once and for all it will only be God and love that can matter.
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