The wind hears my prayers The moon knows my sins The moss keeps my secrets The stones hold my wins The birds are my choir My preacher is the brook The deer teaches me wisdom Not found inside a book The dirt keeps me humble The sky gives me dreams The insects remind me Nothing is what it seems The vines teach me harmony The flowers, to be bold The sun gives revelations Too brilliant to behold The forest is my temple The spirits are my guide The rain is my baptismal And I'm a willing bride
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