Protection

Walking under trees through the park

rain drips out of their foliage

I bend over to pick a chestnut fruit

which crept just out of its shell

Paths in cultivated nature

colonnaded aisles lined by trunks

Solemnly, like a cathedral

light beams of leaf vaults

Tranquility, beauty, freshness

I turn home with these treasures  

And to protect me from evils

I now have a chestnut in my bag

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