Unknown of words deep within thy trees of memory, words of old and words of new, bound by true and beautiful clues. Lead from far and held by glue, painted and posted among thy true blue. A canvas larger than that of human creation, not thy ocean of deep contemplation, nor thy land of colorful revelation, tis thy never ending heavens station. Colored blue of many hues, painted white within such might, with pastel lights that mix and move. By day dance with tranquil scenes, yet night flourishes in serenity, bold and old are thy heavens news, yet ever changing in beautiful hues.
Thus words are like thy heavens clues, uttered once in blessing news. Although thy words are gifted in strength, good and bad strive in length.
Thy heavens held dormant might, and nature folds and molds in sight. With words is thus most treasured, sweet in beauty and strong in leisure. Yet even nature holds its danger, with storms that forms and binds thy framer.
Winds of strength ever bending, Waters rise till mountains pending, and land hath spilt in Earthquakes mending. Dangers formed and mold destruction, gaining power over production, thus thy words reveal presumption.
Call thus Wisdom upon thy mouth, guarding thoughts and strength-filled counts, filing words that hath no seed within mighty speed. Wisdom comes with knowledge serene, from words of old and words of new thus bound by thy guarding cue. Hold stead-fast upon thy cast, knowing when and how to last, to think of others in Wisdoms class, and utter words that last in life, not thy words of poisonous strife.
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