River

River

A winding river often leads

To a fabled forest of deeds

Where the image of majestic trees precedes

A conceptual growth from tiny seeds

The prolific vision of water recedes

Into a valley of intrinsic needs

Where our conception of nature misleads

Us into a failure to see the weeds

That infects our very spiritual reads

A sketch for this!

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