WOODLAND WISE
I walk among the willows, and dream upon the stars
I sleep beneath the mighty oaks, which hold me in their boughs
I sit within the shadows, of maples all aglow
And when the breeze is on my cheek, the birches I shall know
The pines they keep my secrets, they forever are my friends
And when the poplars sing to me, I listen in the glen
The hawthorns guard my presence, if someone passes near
The ash are but a resting place, and thoughts I ponder here
I walk among the mighty, and they guide my every step
For they are wise of knowledge, and in silence taught me much
And I have learned to listen, when ere they call my name
For the voices are of promises, when whispered on the wind
And here I find the deepest thoughts, which are given unto me
Willing must I only be, to listen, and feel, and see
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