In The Woods
I am born into darkness
Surrounded by solitude
The unknown seeps in
Like the cold of thin air
Shapes form before my eyes
Autumn leaves come alive
Restless hands to the sky
Patiently I wait listening
Woodland companions stir
Another dawn awakens
The quarry of my soul is at hand
Born not by the labor of men
Crafted from something more
I am baptized in a cathedral of trees
Came not looking for answers
Nor bringing the world with
For only in the woods
Do I find myself alive
Whole again without haste
Beauty beyond all imagine
Comfort beyond all need
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In The Woods
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