Cover me in canopy

Enveloped embrace of green.

Bathe me in your soft surround

That which I never tire

The rain befell the fluttering flow’r

The drops their chorus sing

Above my head

Please carry me

In the path of new found stream.

Instead I let the stone remain

Within my barefoot shoes

A penance for the little things

To which I can’t undo.

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