The forests are alight with fire.
They dance uncommon with frenzy
Calling the world to join them.
"Come," says the weeping willow
"Join us," grunts a sugar maple.
Should I go?
What is there to ponder, returns my conscience.
You know you want to.
A cacophony of mouse drifts across the field.
The reverses entice me to join in.
Yet still I hold back, my spirit depressed.
What have I to celebrate?
In hope my ears perk up to listen.
I feel a gentle breeze.
As an exhale through pale lips
Life.
A convincjng lie or reality?
I yearn to feel, to know real joy.
I do not know the result but I take the plunge.
Into the forests arms I wonder
Passions abound in a waves of light
Where trees are aflame with desire.
It pulsates through my being
I am soon enveloped in the forestry.
A wreath of leaves, golden and divinely christened
Is placed upon my head.
Twirling trunks abd swirling leaves
Bend and fall around me.
Life burns throughout my being.
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