Curs this forest for it has taken my pack,
I am but alone in its darkness hunting.
Naked I bare what is mine,
while the wind grips me
For how am I to survive the cold,
the dark, and lonesome alone.
and twirls me into the
laughter of the past.
I will travel this forest until-
I yet again can rejoin my pack.
Watching days pass
and years lay silently by.
For no three will be un-touched,
Until I find what the forest has taken.
Standing firm as the tides
of emotions batter me
Every root that holds a cave,
I will climb in the search.
rain feeds my eyes
the tears of centuries
Watching as the forest cried,
Is it for me it shed its tears?
I linger in the now
and look for the decade of tomorrow
A rushing wind playing I see,
An ancient three and its tears.
For as I shed my tears for the lost ones....
I remember what life is all about.
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I didn't want it to end...
