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Music of the Years
Music slivers shivering gold
through this barky body’s mould,
infused with the simple rain
glistening through the grain.
Alone, standing nature’s advance
in the wind’s caress I dance,
each branch conducts a symphony,
birds’ chorus dawns immediacy.
Sunlight penetrates my leaves,
I follow her face as she breathes
life into this emerald earth,
where I realised my seeded birth.
Below I root myself in darkness
weighing thought in heaviness.
I sink through time like a stone,
seeming still, but still, I’ve grown
from here to there, up and down
while quicker life flits around
my steady world and every year
is a heartbeat I can barely hear.
Heavy, muffled, fading clouds
crown me with sallow shrouds,
weeping light from distant shores,
absorbed through dew by thirsty pores.
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