Tree Talk

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Tree Talk

But soft, whispered a forest tree.
Someone comes this way.

If woodsmen, asked his brother,
will this be our final day?

They carry no weapons, saw or axe— 
perhaps just pilgrims, come to pray.

Like boats to safe harbor let them steer,
and find peace among us this joyful day.

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