The adventure of a good long think
The day we set to wings
We knew the hours would soar
Highs and lows and on any branch
Catching up to a steady look
From the above too clear there
To trace roots when wonder
In the wind stirred our senses
Back to the design of our own nature
Pitted against recent storms
And muddied steps of personal elements
Here we are looking out windows
Where trees stand in salute
To the good fight
-S.Grutz
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