Ancient trees bend and sway
and proudly lead the way
to my resting place of inner peace and balance
Calming my tired, restless soul
burying the dangerous, senseless fear
that threatened my gentle heart with lies and malice
My fingers split the water
rippling hope and spots of joy
clearing the conscience for the endless skies above
Ancient trees sway and bend
and gently show me the end
to the right of calm, to the center of your love
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