The Forest
Breathe this air,
Sweet concoction
Of pine and sun.
In this forest
Fires burn
Dark riding
Waves in the light of the moon
The waters flow
And my feet grow,
Traversing miles
Of old dirt roads
I see the green
Moss over stone,
Clouds coming down,
From a place in the mind.
I stop running,
Here I know no fear,
Of love or pain.
Humming birds
Sing silently
Prayers like wind chimes
Rise up to my head
The cloud floats
Inside me now,
Engulfs me gently,
Without a sound.
Life or death,
It doesn't matter anymore.
If living is for the brave,
Then dying must be too.
Somewhere in this forest,
There is a magic tree,
I find it at last,
And it sets me free.
Once I am free,
I want no escape.
I close my eyes,
I open my eyes.
I'm home, I'm here,
I'm already free.
There's no other place
To go, no place I'd rather be.
Breathe this air,
Breathe it out again.
I'm the cloud now,
Rising above the forest floor.
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