In shedding her old bark?
It is called wildhearted courage.
It is called freshness in the seeing.
It is called clarity in the waterfall
where the heart, the bridge to the heart
and the song in the heart are one.
The tree knows
losing something is a pilgrimage
to a place where life has heard her first song.
So why are we afraid of this beauty?
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