Is it wound
Throughout tree trunks
In a ground
Made of praise,
Is it found
High in the branches,
Spinning around,
Its leafy maze,
Does it dance, and come to still,
Does the wind whistle at his will,
Does it send your hair flying,
Or tickle your smile with a chill,
What helps you hear the thrill of your soul?
What pinks your cheeks &reminds you you’re whole?
What delights your inhales and fills your exhales with celestial
Magic, who are you,
And what is your battle sound?
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