Inside me, inside you,
Inside us all: a tree.
In every tree, and every leaf,
In every root: a life.
From death, from life,
From all between: a time.
Come time, comes dreams,
Comes what you are: a being.
Being here, and one day to be gone,
Be full and be all: be your own song.
Ex Tempore LXXXVII
M.M. — 02-Oct-2014
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