Picture by J. M. W. Turner
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Tears flow before my speechless mind.
Before the vivid silhouette of a pine,
I choose to let go of my limited sight.
Beyond the noise of judgment,
Experience strips off its garment
Of labels and old patterns.
Stone pine, brother of mine,
In the land of cypress, hackberry, and lime,
Hold me tight in your branches,
Ground me, so I can reach the sky.
Herons
Sunshower 