I thought he was holding a shield. It was
A light. It showed the skeleton Of a leaf. Sometimes an Entire tree glows in the sun. And how sweet the inner and The outer lights together, how Fine when human beings walking Home see the muscled bough Of a sycamore. You cannot Speak to a tree of compromise. There is no compromise. The goal Of goals is to shine before your eyes The light of the first thought, the thought Of tree trunks, from which branches Hang with leaves that reflect sweet inner Light. And the white of avalanches Exposes the red soil, as sages Learn when they become elders. Even at night you can see the gold Blended to the silver by welders.
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