Under the blue canopy of the vast sky,
Kissing the Earth, are the roots of a tree.
A tree that has never shed its leaves.
Rejoicing the glory of true friendship,
Thousands of larks perch upon it.
High above from the Ether,
Innumerable angels sing songs of praise for the
King of hearts and connoisseur of arts.
Sweet is his nature,
Addictive is his friendship; and
Poison becomes elixir,when he beholds it.
-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT
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