In the forests
You will find me
gathering herbs
for your healing.
Alseep in the feilds
You will find me
Dreaming in hyper speed;
Through risings and fallings
(of moon and sun)
New moon and full moon
Cresent moons
(Waxing and waning)
Falling leaves, red buds
Growing trees
Living In hyper speed
A love you cannot dream.
In the forests
You will find me
Humming to the trees;
there is no ordiance against;
I am making a pact
to always breathe their oxygen
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