Trees shade the halls where dragonflies hover.
Lizards in motley scramble for cover.
Feet clad in sandals skim ground clad in clover.
Come join the wood-court before it's paved over.
I don't know how you can stay in there.
Rows of racks, shirts and pants -- who cares?
Come feel the sun and the shade outside,
Where everything is green and alive.
Won't you come join me, and can I ask why?
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