In a parallel world,
Much like our own,
The mark of a man’s success
And achievement is measured
By the number and age
Of mature trees he gladly tends
In his garden.
In this parallel world
All men are servants
And nothing is out of balance.
copyright 2016 Ben Truesdale & distilledvoice
distilledvoice 
I like this poem. Nothing is as important as living in harmony with nature.
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Love this. Wise.
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I wish it was this way!
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