Beneath the willow tree, I choose to rest my eyes.
For a while, peace is all I know, until a racket begins.
A thwack, then at once a saw blade spins.
I speed to arise, as where I was the tree now lies.
I eschew the limited human conception.
What lies in reality is beyond the definable.
One can only assume what they know is reliable.
An unspeakable truth, beyond our words and perception.
Down the sidewalk I went, at a leisurely pace.
Sunlight pierced through the leaves down onto me.
Suddenly, nostrils burning, I turn around to see,
A worker spraying blight all over the place.
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