In my all day-work
Forgot I
To appreciate and admire the man
Sitting in the wide open,
Taking into the stride of,
Passing by
As the Philosopher,
The Philosopher Divine
Whose art work is this Creation,
Whose metaphysics is this world,
Whose garden is the wild woods and its greenery
Full of nature mysticism.
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