The Woods


The woods,
the woods,
lush and green,
strong and large,
like an old oak tree,
fast are the waters,
like a deer,
why do I ponder,
whilst I am here,
my reasons,
they are,
I can go far,
from the troubles,
and deep grumbles,
of people who harp,
the woods,
they are,
like a scar,
always there,
the woods,
the woods,
are everywhere

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