Under All The Green Becoming's
This wooded throng of ancient trees,
this green palisade of arboreal memories
bid me dream with them,
as I pass among there overarching spreads.
If a mindful muse, were imagined,
under a green canopy such as these,
from my thoughts, all manner
of myths and legends would flourish,
and none would seem unreal,
but just the natural outgrowth of a wisdom
that these green and forested giants
impart to the roots of being.
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