Wednesday, November 16, 2005

EARTH'S SWEET PULSE

When I call your name from on the Mountain,

You cannot hear my call...

Over a hundred miles- and many vales-

My voice is rendered small...


But when I wail to "listening" Trees

What words will not convey...

My HEART picks up their "pining" Bent

And Earth's Sweet Pulse to you is sent...

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