Rest

Summer
spring
and fall

know
their place

Occupying
time
and 
space

 without
doubt
or
question

 without
convention
Or

 socially
constructed
invention

 be at rest
oh soul
once more

know
who
you
are

to
whom
you
belong

 find
rest

once
more
oh
soul

even as
nature

rests
under
heaven

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