The Call
The wind blows strong and heavy;
A chill out tonight there must be
Fire places burning, the smell of dried leaves;
A scent of Autum in the breeze
I step outside to take a look around,
the world around me lies silent;
Not making a sound
In the distance,
the trees stand dark and tall;
The shadows from the moon light
not seeming real at all
A breeze blows swiftly past me,
making me chill to the bone;
I smile at this feeling,
as I stand here alone
The fog, it moves in slowly;
The trees, they sway in the wind
I take a last look around at this place,
not wanting to leave this "zen"
But I must come now out of my dreamland;
Back to my "reality";
I turn for I must go not,
the "piper", he calls for me
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