The forest from its farthest view
Hushed and fastened, ever true
And in and in our sandy souls
Will trek the deepest wily folds...
Walk with me the crinkled floor
Open new each wooded door
When furrowed ridges bark and growl
Trunked in Jigsaw’s lonely howl
Then palms together, pulsing heart
Piece by peace we’ll make a start
Malachite, the shady glades
Soothing light and trouble fades.
The forest from its inner pulp,
Is verve and brilliant busy might,
Scurrying, scattering, skittering life
Citadel Pines, oh guardian height....
Your secret groves our dreaming night
Spark the lambent asters white
Clacking bows to mark our time
Grounded Moss in vivid lime
The Forest wise with berries sweet
Jurassic ferns the seasoned feet
Wilderness and wanderlust
Peaceable and magic dust
Pulsing heart
And gifts of gold
Here we love
In shades of bold ....
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