flash of sun through the trees
like the shock of sudden insight
hidden secrets under low-growing branches
amidst the berries and ferns
there are things unspoken between you and I
there are things we need not say
we can speak without using impersonal words
we can speak through the touch of a hand
I buried my heart in the rich forest earth
at the foot of an old oak tree
I gave my toll to the river and I
sang my song for the sky
what they will bring me, I dare not say
I cannot guess, I might only dream
but cloudless nights reveal more than just stars
and the river has washed away my fears
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