Beech Forest

let my thoughts be carried high
like beech trees reaching
naked branches to the sky
as are these dreams of mine
naked in themselves
from time to time,
their form rooted in the earth
held down as such
only to serve
as reminder to impart
for in the greenwood
grows first the heart.

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