![]() OldA Poem by Trevor McLeod![]() What nature does for us.![]() Green Trees to calm our nerves Fresh Air to soothe our lungs Dampness to cool our heads and Comfort to fuel our tongues Branches to free our notions and Storm Clouds to feed our soul Black Rain to fill us up again and Raped Wind to make us whole Rock Skins to hold us down again and Fat Moss to make us fold Brown Twigs to make us rest again and that means were getting old
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