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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