The Woods

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The Woods

See the moon shining upon that cliff,

Stark and deep,

Yet where am I, when the moon is shining,

Shining brighter than the sun?

 

The trees, my shelter,

The river, my water,

The fruits, my food,

The air, my breath.

 

The chirping, my ears,

The peace, my abode,

The danger, my presence,

The smiles, my face.

 

Here I am, sitting under the shade,

Birds chirp, Danger faces,

I stay where I am,

Solitary in the woods.

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