BENDING WOODS
Thick tall woods and bending trees
Gently blow to sweep across the breeze
The whistling pine softly blows my name
The Iroko stands in support of the same
For calm sweet rest and peace of mind
I've come to the woods my soul to find
To the far patches of white-blue sky
Blow my grieves and let them fly
Exchange them for peace for me
At last my soul has come to be
With words my ears all longed to hear
The still small voice so loud and clear
Blow as you never did before
Blow and bring my life to the fore
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