PEACE from TREES

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As traveler's we are pollinators
The pollen we carry to others
The pollen that we leave behind
when there's water and peace
there's wild growing

It makes new and wondrous worlds for many
many creatures and beings.
Ancient Springs
buried water wells of lost towns in the desert

The people of peace bring their pollen
The people of peace find a way to end the clouds of dust that bury us all...

Ancient Springs
buried water wells
all soon to become parks, gardens,
a place of friendly gathering for all beings
all wild growing
People of peace will soon
keep these gardens growing!
Photos and Poem by DeaneTR © 2003

PEACE from TREES