
Leaves rustle in the breeze We will only see if we open our eyes, By its trunk I rest as ease Allow ourselves to remember to our great surprise, In the summers suns kind heat Lift the cloak of guilt overlaid to disguise, I, the walker stop to rest my feet. And the consequences of your deeds let you realise
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