Some prayers are answered
On your knees
In quiet thoughts
And hearts that know
And some are answered
Near old trees
That guard some secrets
Of the world
I watched a mother
Squirrel go foraging
Beneath a
Large red fir
Her body thin and
Full of living milk
She looked at me and
Then called out a song
I then remembered
That I knew
The answer
All along
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