Like sunshine through stained glass
Pulse slows to a honey-drip
Birds swaying in a fresh breeze
Your eyes become alive to today
Noticing how peace is not material
How community grows by sharing
Bells toll, seasons change
What a gift, you see, to experience
What an opportunity, you hope
To plant trees for others
So they too may witness the splendor
Of art, of connection, of life
While sitting in welcome shade
If only for a brief moment

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