CAN YOU BE MY
ANTI-DEPRESSANT?
Banging sticks on the forest trees - no one hears so
no one answers. I am blessed with a trickle-down
form of silence so benign. My anti-depressant?
Can you be mine?
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When the cheery wind blows throughout these trees,
I neither listen nor notice nor heed. I want nothing, so
as to have to give nothing back. Take it from me,
I have no need. Can you be my anti-depressant?
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It really is beautiful out here. The vista is so grand.
I am hanging from this tree - until the rope breaks
anyway and drops me back to land. Can you
have been my anti-depressant?
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