With urges to decrease signs of peace.
This disease I wish from them released.
I see outside a quietness.
When I arise to welcome Sun.
And before anyone comes with conflict to offer…
I run to comfort the trees.
Knowing they hear and see…
With few appreciating their tolerance.
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