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Ancient Tree

Birds calling out to me, singing of life's great mysteries. I listen, listen to Calling birds and whispering wind, Splash of waterfalls and babbling brooks. All around me the secrecy of nature, Its mysteries. Together we are one, trading stories of the life we lead, Listening respectfully, talking in turn. Here I dance beneath the wide blue sky, Gently swaying grasses tickling my feet, Voices of the wind singing songs of happiness and misery. As the ancient forest tree, all bow to me. Brian's Choice

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Date: 10/15/2016 12:30:00 PM
I agree with Rick, druid like but then again, nature bound by the creator, Good luck in the contest.
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Date: 10/14/2016 11:42:00 PM
Sounds very Druidic to me, great stuff... Love nature. /|\
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