In the grayness
I will wonder
Leaves underfoot
To go
And listen in the woods
I will strain to hear the silence
And try to remain calm
I scare the ducks
They fly away
Not knowing
They scared me too
I will have to turn around
At some point
And
Contemplate going home
Gathering what bits and pieces i can
To take back home with me
Happy to build the forest in my home
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