To the Forest
Come to the forest with me
To become invisible and free,
Under the canopy
Listening to catbirds happily.
Come to the forest with me
To sit with up risen weeds,
Where foxes play
Seeing skies blue or gray.
Come to the forest with me
To feel dewy grass under our feet,
In groves of ancient birches
We'd celebrate in rainbow'd mirth.
Come to the forest's leas
Where we dreamt of teas
Brewed o'er campfires flames
Hearing leaves singing our names.
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