I listened to you

O precious one

A log I became

O compassionate one

Drifting aimlessly

In turbulent waters

A log I was

Rotting at the core

Afloat I stayed

On her windy way

Unaware of my fate

Then came the falls

No place to crawl

I headed your words

O enlightened one

At the bottom

This log broke

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