The Supplicant
A meandering brook winds past
Branches sway in a gentle breeze
Praising the lord God unsurpassed
Like a supplicant on their knees
In homage to azure skies
Heavenward the sapling reaches
Awaiting its God to baptise
While the black Cockatoo preaches
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