I wish I could
But I spoke nonsense
I wrote it rather
To speak it back to you.
The trees spoke quietly
I looked from above and smiled
The sun tucked away and I hoped
It would spill its secrets.
The picture was rightfully painted
Had I blinked, I would have missed it.
Do not use sincerity
It is not becoming of usage.
Learn to become
And you will see the world
As it was born
It will smile once more.
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