The tired tree lays down his head
in streams that will forever flow.
No worry of future, past or present.
No thought as the river pours wisdom.
So time goes on, a season in change-
the quiet hum of what once was
will become a peace that is true.
The path is laden with footprints,
and tired, I lay down my head.
-Seth Gilmore
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