Everything is coming
And I am starting today
I go hike through forests, spanning mountains
Stretch out in a blanket of snow
Absorb the sun between gray clouds
Stumble, twist, turn through rocky trails
Stare awe-struck, dumb-founded at the mouth of a cave
Wondering what awaits us, on the inside
It’s shallow, carved out of a weathered white stone
House and host to wanderers, past and now
I wander down the path of mammoth hunters
Only to find the dominion of a king
Medieval ruins, knight’s follies
Haunted troughs, misty memories
The trees stand silent, guardians
Of earth and all our secrets
So many take their troubles to the forest
To re-emerge full of peace and serenity
I guess that’s what we’re doing here
Seeking peace, healing, piece of mind
A mind beyond time, beholden to none
We have much to learn in the trees
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