No need for the credentials after my name
Capital letters and the name set in gold
These aren't my calling; is this being bold?
Give me the silence and the most secret sound
Found in the crevices of seeds in the ground
Leave me the beautiful-ness,the quietest breeze
Ruffling through branches and moving through trees
Some need the acknowledgments the clapping hurrah
Some sort of remembrance: an audience in awe
But I'm not the person who is seeking for fame
So spare me the cameras and the glittery name
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