Through the forests of life we walk together.
Mist of pre-dawn wash our faces of shame.
Our feet trod on soil of earth --- burning as hell.
Clothed in only of mind, we are naked as of truth.
Light of sun reaches our soul --- free as birds.
Time goes by --- fleeing our grasp.
Wealth, riches, and power is not ours.
I turn to you and ask : are we friends of nature or conquerers of man.
11.27.1979
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