.
A leaf says,
“Sweethearts—don’t pick me,
For I am busy doing
God’s work.
I am lowering my veins and roots
Like ropes
With buckets tied to them
Into the earth’s deep
Lake.
I am drawing water
That I offer like a rose to
The sky.
I am a singing cleaning woman
Dusting all the shelves in
The air
With my elegant green
Rags.
I have a heart.
I can know happiness like
You.
—Hafiz
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