Findings

What better place than in the woods
Branches swaying in the breeze
Poems etched on rustling leaves
Fall to be found.

Branches swaying in the breeze
Clothed in mottled orange green
Fall to be found
In the songs left behind.

Clothed in mottled orange green
Silhouettes seen walking
In the songs left behind
Where poets go gathering.

Poems etched on rustling leaves
Silhouettes seen walking
Where poets go gathering
What better place than in the woods.

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Pearly gray mists shroud the mountain
An eerie silence blankets trees
Ghostly trunks and branches creak
Breaking the stillness strangely.

An eerie silence blankets trees
Tearing rents through thick fog
Breaking the stillness strangely
The veiled one taps her stick.

Tearing rents through thick fog
One milky eye turns, the other hidden
The veiled one taps her stick
There’s a thinning in the air.

Ghostly trunks and branches creak
One milky eye turns, the other hidden
There’s a thinning in the air
Pearly gray mists shroud the mountain.

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Child’s play is simple
Move one rock with intention
Crystal clear focus

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Many ways to play
To each their own together
Leaves rustle gently

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