Sitting my back to the tree.
Cure my imbalance.
Tranquilize my fear.
Permit my mind to dance in clarity.
Until my cloudy thoughts are clear.
My back to the tree summoning december
to be my month of plenty.
From seed to canopy.
Trance-like silent prayer for all to be restored.
My vigour, my vision and my certainty-
I´m sure.
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