Breathe Love

I have the same religion as the trees
I, too, wouldn’t be here
Without the sun, soil, water or air

The big brain makes up stories
Beautiful stories, gruesome stories
To manipulate our energy
To feather his nest

But the trees whisper
Shhh…don’t listen…
Just breathe love…

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