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“Thundering Wasp’s Nest”

 

Crowned high as our roots spread,
What depth do we rise to?

Before we know it, time flew!

Rhymes move fast as our minds do;
Find new rhythms:
Step by step we climb through.

Drum circle at the beach,
One person blasts the horn.
Some hurdle just to reach
The flower’s song past the thorns.

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