On the misty peaks
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of higher consciousness
trees of knowledge grow
bearing their fruit to all.
Under the trees, another grows,
Essential for Knowledge survival.
Bushes of words grow without fail
covering the peaks in green
Those who can pick their berries
sharing it's abundance with man.
Then artists come with bags aplenty
to pick the ripest ones
To make the inks
to fill their quills
And show the beauty
of Knowledge's words
and fill the world with light.
if the pen is mighter then the sword then the word processer must be mighter then the missile