Where, the written word lay, there lay a door where silken sounds are nothing and the Blue jay, nest among golden leaves, and listens to the whispers dance across the trees,
feel the wonder and splendor of, the nights gentle breeze,
hear the creature's soft coo, and see midnight's rising sun, feel the power of the hunt, and the forbidden black eyes, watching, your heart race,
sing to the open flame, have it put the rain at rest, Know the way of forest, and the silver winds that chorused along with the little growing flame's roar, know the way, back home,
You can not stay,
for there are others waiting,
Waiting to see the brake of a new dawn,
waiting to learn, the way of the forest........
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and see midnight's rising sun,
I really enjoyed reading this and I absolutely love this line ^ . You did an amazing job on this hun. Keep up the great writing and good luck in all you do.
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