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Wood element

I put my hand on a tree

And the tree says to me

Oh dear humans,

You ought to learn from me:

Don’t you see how easy I let my flowers turn to bloom?

Don’t you see the joy with which I let my leaves go to die?

Don’t you see me in winter when I am bare and naked without complaint?

Don’t you see my faith in the seasons and in nature’s way?


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