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Nov 16, 2012 16:53

Let's go to sleep,
under the gladly weight of blankets
in the warm, dark fuzz.
"Do you hear the soft blow of trees outside?
I'm imagining I'm a leaf;
it's helping me fall asleep."

She surprises me with innocent wisdom;
truth so infinitely simple
that trees too understand.

"What will you be,
she asks,
"a leaf, a branch?"
I said,
"I will be the ground, the earth
that nourishes the rest."

Let us be still and silent;
let us fall asleep.
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