Come and sit with me
We will take root in the grass
A word will not need to be said
Unless we politely ask
For the wind in the meadow
And the sun at play
Or the firm majesty of mountains
Have something more important to say
We can look at your statues
Then the bridges then skyscrapers of man
But only for a short while
For they will grow black with night
And when we arrive back at home there will again be silence
Unless more envy our peace and seek us out to defile it
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