I often wake from this cyclic dream

to neither be heard nor plainly seen

Looking for a sunny spot in the glade

To soak in life around me; this is how I’m made

Learn’d work and equal parts of play

Along a soft path; to keep the ruts at bay

I carry this leaf with me; proudly as a flag

and dance in the woods as any young lad

Looking gladly, over the valley, to the next rise

I will return to these woods; no lesser a life

To begin a new journey with happiness & strife