The earth’s fecund brown breast
knows best, that every little forest
with its multitude of tongues
is its effervescent lung
Mighty is a little trivial
when it stokes a revival
The gunshot of a flame
sets off a thrilling game
The bare miniscule of a moment
that bears an encouraging compliment
makes a jet rocket of a day
headed for the sun’s way
So come to me with mirth’s freebie
And the welcome glow of a shady tree
The miracle is only in a mere smile
that can help a paraplegic run a mile
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