Grand orchestra of the gods
Struggling to construct my soul
Under the baton of a branch
Or many branches swaying
Following the paths of the clouds
If I listen closely and hunch
In the underbrush of seeing
So tentative is their touch
I can feel how leaves retract
And the soul pulls back
From being in their hands
However beautiful their making
Free to be alone
In winter’s shaping
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