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I live in a painting 

with many colors

I am just like a tree 

with many flowers.

And I move to the breeze,

 deliberate and think.

Because how can life be so still 

yet move me violently?

 like a storm in the early morning, 

life is faithful and enduring

 like a tree firm with it's roots 

it is stubborn as Truth.

Do not move from here 

and disappear into falsehoods,

 just wait and catch a while

 have life for dinner

fish for meaning 

and hook the purpose.