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As if for the first time

we walked hands clasped

holding the moment

where the first trees grew

in virgin green grass.

Each leaf had a name

each bird an unsung song

with lyrics we understood.

We stepped in tune

re-born as one with 

the myriad of life beneath,

learned the names of each

the shape of their leaf,

Birch, Oak and Beech.

Bashful fruit and blossom 

peered from cool dark shade

to see the first human faces

smiling at each other 

in sunlight shapes

treading the untrod path.