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Walls of green that tower high

Surround me now and reach the sky

Thier soft and wrinkled folds of life

Have taken hold my liberty

Much as a child - I, in their arms

Intend to nurture - not to harm

But seperated, now, from her

And forced into this learning curve

Natures bowl of life and land

Pain and joy in either hand

Hard but even harder still

The days before, now past us both