SWAYING TREE TOPS 



started away so quickly it could 

 not be imprisoned again. He heard 

 that voice tell of the stream's 

 acquaintance with others like itself, 

 intent on escape how they joined 

 forces and felt the power of their 

 union, as men who rightly estimate 

 the value of companionship. Then 

 the voice told of the cavern, through 

 which the stream felt its way in the 

 darkness, to meet at last the burst of 

 noonday sunlight. So alternating 

 darkness and light it ever rushed 

 down and out, and on the morrow it 

 would greet the dawn from the valley. 

 There was another voice. It was 

 a whisper among the pines, which 

 crowded away from the foot of the 

 gorge and mounted to the summit of 

 the ridge, stepping on each other in 



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