Framed in a velvety magical night I gleam
Midnight blues and purple of my dream
Hidden somewhere in deep dark woods
Wailed to clear all my scars that I could
Tint of forest with an essence of voice
Make me pact and shell out the choice
Gently burbling streams on the ground
Cloudless blue and aging trees around
Standing on the floor brown and pale
Green soul mumble their glum tales
Rain reaches down with a jovial scent
Moonwake vanishes showing lament
Susurrus of leaves from crown of trees
Sense us the fragrance of gentle breeze
Hearken to the scary hiss of the mate
Evoke my musing that was just great!
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