I break down walls through which I scream,
I seek forests where I can hide,
I learn languages I don't understand.

Among the trees where shadows gleam,
Whispers of winds in secrets’ tide,
I break down walls through which I scream.

In tangled roots, I weave my dream,
The rustling leaves become my guide,
I learn languages I don't understand.

Fruits hang low, a vivid theme,
Sour and beautiful, they abide,
I break down walls through which I scream.

In silence deep, I find my beam,
A world where fears no more reside,
I learn languages I don't understand.

In nature’s arms, I softly beam,
And gather all, both wild and tried,
I break down walls through which I scream,
I learn languages I don’t understand.

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