From the land and the sea we arose...to become a tree. The beauty that beholds us and all that we must be. Never forgetting whence we come...beholding the light that shimmers brightness and sparkles from the sky to the sea/see. Can you not sea/see who we must be? Can you not sea/see who we must be? Arise to the light that shineth bright with all your might ole mighty tree. Reach deep within your being and stand up to be free...You are the tree...that is free. Illusions? What illusions? You are the tree...that is free.
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