A tree, a pool, a drift of light,
A shadow seen, and yet unseen,
Where branches under branches twist,
And evergreen, and evergreen.

A leaf, a bough, a tangled twig,
A song remembered, yet unheard,
And in the clarity above
The far off flying of a bird.

Here I may sit and dream awhile,
All human contact lost and gone,
The world is faraway and I
Am here in happiness, alone.


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