When he was young he didn’t know very much, yet he could sense the forest holding his prayers,
and that all streams led to the ocean, with the depth of his spirit flowing,
and he loved how the leaves sang in a gentle rain, with birdsong never ceasing.
He was thrilled with the idea, that he was connected…..to a gateway, of a world unseen.
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