My soul has no hands and no feet
but it ran over the mountain
that stood between you and me
It dug a hole in the soil
and planted a fine young tree
The roots soaked up all earth
that had made up the mountain
Soon the mountain was gone
and a majestic tree
provided some shadow
to love forever, you and me
in perfect harmony
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Small poem from the deepest of my heart.
Our soul can move mountains, if only we let it.
Harmony is possible, if we want it hard enough
