the spirit of truth
passes as the wind
rustling the leaves
or ruffling your hair
the spirit of the Earth
assuages teary grieves
and mending hearts that tear
a little tear
drips down your eye
you're here, present
in Mother Earth's care
so soften your stare
it's what you recognize:
the spirit high in the sky
the spirit of truth
which triumphs even the
dragon's lair
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