Photosynthesis
They know their process
to transform sunrays into food
leaves and other secrets
they uphold holy:
to shelter the abandoned call
of the crow in distress
to offer rest to the migratory
bird, wings of the nightingale
left alone amid green leaves and
folded branches. It was a time
when the sun Danced before
their eyes, it was a swell time
before men with the gun barrels
appeared in the land. It was a time
of spirited wisdom floating on
branches of trees and snowy
mountain slopes filled with joy
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