420 An Ode to the Tree

Realm jumping crystals reach out as you grow touching places deep inside buried wounds ease incorporating the whole with sparkles Wizards Plant denied castigated, ripped out of our arms So that war can be the game of the day. To all who celebrate may the bells ring out May the call be heard We, the children, are taking her back She stretches her wisdom towards the ones who seek to take her away. Wings may they ever fly supported by the unseen that moves into the expansion of our perceptions. perceptions that have been limited by a total belief in our senses five the battle to regain the sixth has been long fought with her aid we will dissolve into One world that supports us as we fly