Saturday morning sunshine peeps through the rows of guardian trees, 

Smiling gently at you,

And assures you about great things that are coming to pass.

You ask yourself about the path you’re walking through; 

Why is it hidden among the guardian trees? 

How would  anyone see the path? 

Who would  walk the path? 

The sun replies quietly, “It’s not your call to think about it”

Yes, listen to the sun. 

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