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Ancient One Gifts
 

The ancient ones unseen
sway in the rhythm of the wind
and slowly partake of the riches
that have been given free.

In the dirt their roots softly turn
and eat of dark luscious earth
to enrich fibrous thoughts
and strengthen long graceful bones.

The cool of a long deep river
holds the power of pure clean water,
it revives the flesh of green
and soothes the blood and dream.

Clean crisp air flows in the leaves
and deep into the lungs and belief,
it emboldens the purpose and vision
and clarifies the call of wisdom.

The clouds slowly float by
in the wide blue of a serene sky,
while the ancient ones gently sway
and take in the gifts of the day.








By dissolvedlines

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