I can see the layers of the clouds
covering the sun
like me, surrounded by a shroud
like me, burning proud
I can see the trunks of the trees
covered by none
like me, bare and open
like me, strong and certain
I can see the rivers running past
covering rocks below
like me, fast and steady
like me, dark and heavy
and I can see the mountains
covered by none
like me, unmatched by all
like me, standing tall
1.22.17
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