Desire for woodland pastures
Among the emerald leaves
Of a great tree soaring
Up high the mountaintop,
Where a dream of longing
Deprive a loners cry
Of passion. Green atmosphere,
Where this road towards the top
Will have to endure,
Believing to ensure
A hermits lifestyle,
Engaging
In this steep climb
Upwards the sky
Scourging woods across
This vast land,
Prowling towards
The barren side
Of the mountain,
Where trees rarely grow
Up the rivers flow
Towards the life
Inhaling to inspire,
A woodland desire.















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