Sounds in the woods

I stopped by the park to have a slow and easy walk; I felt the fresh air blowing in my face and a positive energy circulating around the place as nature move seductively among the trees and the birds were flying with the breeze. I looked towards the skies of hope, to remove the residue of doubt, but something deep in the woods, a presence burning among the trees sucking all the energy from me. The yellow wasp and the honeybee are standing in the wilderness, waiting for thee, they have nest everywhere so be careful when you go there. I walk the park alone looking for a quiet place to roam, but deep down in the woods are mysteries that no one understood. Nature is free, but the animals and the insects are bothering me, they come from everywhere, with long beaks, big hooves, husky voices and fearful appearances, when you come in contacts with them at nights, they give you an awful fright, hooting and bleating lurks in the woods, crying and barking bellowed through the back door; the sound in the woods tangled in the bushes are intruding on your privacy and taking away your energy. There is a party at the park, so meet me before it gets dark; the sounds are intimidating, offensive and humiliating. You have got to clear the path so that visitors can feel confident after dark. This is the path to the sea, and you must weed out the track to communicate with thee. The track in the park will lead to the woods and disburse into place with many different faces. Sounds in the woods cannot be understood; if the barriers are there, it will take you a very long time to get there. Sounds in the woods are listening to you; sounds in the woods are telling you what to do.
                                                      Trust your own heart!
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