This is the poem for the stones
Sprinkled over the mountain-tops
Who can count your shapes and tones?
Sometimes I feel like one of you
This is the poem for the clouds
Swimming across the sky
All alone or gathered in crowds
Sometimes I feel like you
These are words for those who can see
These are words for those who can hear
These are words for you - just be free
These are words for you - just be near
This is the poem for the trees
Planted by the wind
Grow-rings hide all memories
Sometimes I feel like one of you
This is the poem for the ants
Hard-working in the labyrinth
The queen´s humble servants
Sometimes I feel like you
These are words for those who can see
These are words for those who can hear
These are words for you - just be free
These are words for you - just be near
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