from far away in india
he tells of things
of river things and tales
on winds afar
stirring the grasses of my heart
here where i sit where we are
i tell the critters that surround me
of their brothers and their sisters
how well they are doing are
singing upon the breeze
for listen
he is speaking
his smile of miles is turning leaves
and planting seeds
of the flowers that will smile
just here where we are
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