Somewhere in the Woods

A cold night

The weeping willows.

The fireflies

The lake that’s shallow.

The old tree that’s glaring up

Yearning for his mistresses love.

The soft breeze that whistles low

The dancing leaves footing slow.

In the fade the hooting owl

Sings the chorus gathered hounds.

My soul there sits observing these

I close my eyes eternal bliss!

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