Days shuttle past,
lined leaves building
to something not yet seen.

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I pray that a leaf will break open,
unfurl its forever vacant essence,
bless me with unbounded paths.

I pray that leaves will crunch
under my feet, cushion my endless striving,
bless me with untrodden paths.

I pray that a leaf will read to me
its words, most cherished, under strain,
bless me with uneasy paths.

I pray that each leaf falling
finds ears to hear its longing tones,
bless us with unsettled paths.