nature is the best home
moonbeams on black water
silver and ebony dancing
music of an autumn breeze
the woodlands are my home
a place where I am free
beside the darkened slough
I wait to know a sign
I hear the incantations
the sounds the forest makes
a bullfrog has its say
the night owl seeks its prey
the leaves are speaking too
the almost silent scurry
of so much life
that calls the forest home
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