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In these woods I will vanish one day
Where golden sun plays hide and seek
In these vivid dreams sprinkled in air
By their tender wings, these butterflies
In this brook, feral and pure, ever curving
Deep and shallow, over shiny shingles
In this nature’s music, untainted, enthusing
Cuckoo’s blether and peacock’s cooing
In this rattle, dried leafs becoming one
With earth against wind softly blowing
I will vanish one day in this nature
In these high woods, in these mighty mountains |
