By a very wise lady named Morgan.
I walk among your Viridian Shades,
Your Golden Spires and Russet Tones,
Wondering about all you’ve Seen,
Who you’ve Watched and who you’ve Known.
What Wisdom you could Whisper to me,
If only I would Pause to Hear,
Instead of stumbling on alone,
Mired in tugging doubt and fear.
Speak, to us, O Wisest Soul,
Who’s Stood Witness to the Shifting Time,
Make Cool our Frenzied Calamity,
Sharing all your Humble, Majestic Rhyme.
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