Untitled # 99

The Wind through the trees
At the entrance of the Woods
Whispers in Wave-like succession:
“Won’t you join me?”
“Why haven’t you come to me recently?”
“Will you ignore the beating of your heart? the blood rushing through your veins?”
And I am drawn, like the Moon draws the tides,
deeper and deeper down the Wooded path,
Down the rabbit hole
Until i arrive at the center.
I am surrounded by the blue of the sky.
And everywhere, everything, is green
except the clear coolness of the stream
gently flowing, but sometimes rushing,
over rocks and roots.
Rustling through the trees,
Wrapping, enveloping,
The Wind Whispers sweetly,
“Enjoy Me!”

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