I sometimes wish I was a tree
My arms raised worshipping the starred sky,
The moon with her lily light shine
Feeling the magic of the soft breeze
Lifting my leaves
Resting my roots deep in cool damp earth
Steady, strong
I sometimes wish I was a tree My arms raised worshipping the starred sky, The moon with her lily light shine Feeling the magic of the soft...
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