More or less something,
haven't you heard?
The cry of coyotes?
The laughing of birds?

The forest holds secrets,
words will not find,
a deep understanding,
within deepest minds.

To bring forth this madness,
one might sit still,
the only sound heard,
as life simply builds.

While buzzing and chirping,
and running away,
the forest is hoping,
for another day.

The fall of a winter,
and a Summer from springs,
opens up lifetimes,
that make forests sing.

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