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What the sun has kissed
the rain has blessed
and gentle or harsher winds have caressed
What the sky has seen
the trees protect
to evade a million walls ,erect
With eyes to see
what ears have not heard
a mind destined to fly like a river-bird
As the water flows
and the fire rages
whisper this incantation throughout the Ages

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I... wrote this when I was, I think, a high school freshman. I rushed out to an area behind the school that is lined by trees, and I just sat there and wrote what was on my mind. I quickly proceeded to come up with more, just by feeling the sun light peeking through the leaves of those trees... In about fifteen, nineteen minutes, the poem was out. O.o

I read it out loud, and with every line the trees would begin to rustle. I stopped, they stopped. I started, and they recontinued their rustling. I proceeded to stop uttering the sacred words because the coincidence was actually freaking me out, but I couldn't help liking the idea that I'd written something about nature that even nature appreciated. O.o

I knew I put it online somewhere, and found it in the archives of an old poetry site. @_@;