The pines have their discourse
In the language of the winds
Creating harmonies so sweet
Whispering and laughing
I hear the laughters
Strange musical tones
Never as yet produced
I wish I was there
Whispering and laughing
Standing tall and beautiful
Proud blood, albeit little veins
Fingers so tender
Yet so fragile
And I get the touch of ecstasy
Together they commune
Knowing all
Telling only the wind
Can I just belong?
Blissful harmony
Frailties yet unknown
Will let me not
Can I just belong?
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