Wandering Forest Elf
I'll take his walks
But not his ways.
Rugged for each, rung through
Old woodsman's days.
I'll track what cries
For peace, hawk-climbed
In that soothing, stream-breathed
Mountainy thymed.
While bypassing
Unnerved by, mourned
Legends echo, in both felled
Branched grandeur; horned.
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