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
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