Alas! The more I grow, the far I go Earth is my mother; my father is the Sun Seasons are my friends who play, trouble and have fun Dancing feet in the song of winds is yanked to go slow. Daddy sparkling lights; I feel fresh, on the toe, & bright Beholden to the chirping of visitors, who always keep me alive. Cometh a child of Adam, under the shadow of my soul showing no purpose, embracing all that he sees Says, a guest is he, in need of a resting tree; I offered him the valley of peace The giggling of baby-grasses shall admire & console. Mamma didn't move; Daddy took to low l...
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