I went to hunt for wisdom
in a forest made of rhyme,
but all I found were hollow trees
complaining about time.
A squirrel gave a humble bow
and said, “You’re searching far too wide.
The answers that you’re hunting for
are hiding right inside.”
So now I chase my questions
with a grin instead of fear,
because every humble, hollow place
has something bright to hear.
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