The woodsA Poem by SorenThe forest through the years has grown eyes and ears Each remembering what it sees or hears, shedding dew drops of misty tears From within the wood a memory understood, a shade slips and falls Whispered words from passing birds, lost deeds recalls Secrets kept here have slept in beds of green Flowing streams bring dreams of enchanted scene Sediment of souls buried under dirt, leaves, valley and knolls Here one knows no wind blows and the king of the woods in shadows patrols
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