In Larch tree I see a bird then hear its song
In migration to destination to nature we do belong
Although we imagine differently in flights of fancy dream
Directed by desires within the flowing mountain stream
In the lofty forest canopy above a mortal soul
The magic of life energy circle completed whole
Denied we suffered needlessly as winds of change did come
Blowing from our western shore their woe had just begun
The ancient scribe who sees so much makes puzzle in his verse
Then prophetic words from heretic is spellbound by the curse
Of religious dogma served in sin from cleric or nun in black
They who creep to seek gratification or fornication in the sack
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