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The soul is like a tree.
The branches reaching high.
To the sun with it's leaves.
waving freely in the breezes.
the heart is like the sky.
beating to the beat,
of the birds that fly.
up to the heavens so high.
the mind is a great feat.
that leads us from harm.
from what snaps at our feet.
to the wisdom that we seek.
the world is like a farm.
it protects us from harm.
in it's world wide arms.
so we won't feel so alarm.
Copyright © Sharon Prewitt | Year Posted 2006
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