Hidden deep in the forest…
Shall only seep into the minds of the surest
Here me now
For it lies in a clearing
And when pine is scented, you are nearing
The place where owls are peering
And the fire is searing
The tranquil pond lies here, for many are fond
With graceful birds…
Who stay deep in lovely song, until the shadows grow long…
And the pines soar into the sky
All while I
Read a book of lore…
The pond shimmers
And the stew simmers…
And the fire crackles…
The moon breaks free of its shackles
Soon to come out…
The Kingfisher’s cry
Soars across the darkened sky
As do I…
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