The Call of the Woods
The whisper of nature,
flowing through these leaves.
It speaks to me in ways,
that you cannot explain.
Primal urges to return,
Unexplained, unheard.
Into the earth,
My body shall plunge.
One with the animals,
One with the cycle.
Regurgitated, recycled, and refleshed.
My soul becomes immortal.
Listen carefully,
And you shall hear my song-
Dance among the leaves
and the fall
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