The Owl
The owl is wise and strong.
At night it hunts
under the moon,
under the moon that shines
upon the mysteries of the woods.
Under the pine tree drops of water
drip into peaceful ponds that echo mysticism.
The forest is mystery,
the mystery of the Gods and of nature.
The pond is your inner soul.
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