By the stream I'm sitting
Wishing that I were free of the tyranny
That is forced upon me by the ignorant people
From the last hope of the soul I cry
For the release of its divine future
As I walk among the trees, I come to realize that
There is something in the forest that connects everyone and everything
In a web that has its own existence
As if God wasn't a separate being
But, in reality, a part of us all.
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