In the woods of the darkest green lies my soul

Hidden behind bark and pine

Sharp and distinctive never fearing

Grand and overbearing

Is where I lie

Where my serenity possesses me

Confesses to me

From the harsh world that detests me

Hidden in places long forgotten

My calm within my storm

It runs over boulders and streams

Climbs the highest mountains and streams

It flows like water harsh like winter

It is my peace on this belittled world

It is the place I call home

Hidden in the mountains

Kept warm in the trees

In the woods my soul does at it please.   

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