You're that tree that gives me shelter The dexterity of my right hand My rainbow after a flood The bow for my arrow to fly
You're what I always considered The space between nothing who I think and thought my shield and sword
You're my favorite poem The white rose in my garden the best of the unknown My beginning, present, and end.
You're the exact moment The trail that takes me on my long journey My promise and covenant The one who knows the words of my language.
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