Tree View
Here, up off its rushed at fright
The will of the world's, blows
Hid in this tree's strong-armed height.
Safe, in what each bird knows.
Above all things, Home, its lookout.
Anxious-free, returned to
Again; choicest to chirp about.
And again. Peace. True!
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