Just a whistle in the wind
As I walk along these paths
The sun gleams, ever slowly
Toward the trees, 
And through life's end

While I live among the clouds,
My vision is restored
Here shines a hue of diamonds
And a color, newly born

I subsist, alone at mid-day
Breathing easy mouths of air
The reviving of the leaves
Stirs up meanings, in my ear

And whilst the darkness falls
There is no feeling or unease,
Only thoughts of rising light
And the face of a new day







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