I lay beneath the great oak that sits with many, Disregarded by the fading footsteps that ripen with drifting time, Resting on a bed of the fallen, Sensing my surroundings, But never with understanding, A chatter heard in darkness! A sniff, Calmness, Clenched in the grasp of hunger, Rising again, To fall anew.
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A Night in the Woods
I let the depths of the earth swallow me like a fish in a pond, Watching with intense eyes, As the ripples withered into dark tranquility, It took me like a moth to light, I vigorously danced with ferns and scavenged with raccoons, I swam with fish and ran with deer, I lead a troop…
Nature Calling!
I stand on the edge of reality, Peering into the eyes of destruction, Feeling the wind push the stench below my nose, A wave of wild ambition creeps in my veins, Mind and body sway with the trees.
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