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Call of the Woodlands

Miles from the land I love onward I roam,
Constantly dreaming of returning home.
Huge waves that rise and fall can't block my way;
I hear the woodlands call, I must obey.

To feel the thrill of rain
Upon my cold and naked skin,
To sense a moan of pain
Within the wailing of the wind;
To smell the scent of cypress
In the fragrance of the breeze,
To watch the green leaves quiver
As the wind blows through the trees;
To plunge into the river
And swim safely with the tide,
To gasp for breath and shiver
When I reach the other side.

May you endure forever
In your pristine loveliness
And mankind harm you never
as you bask in God's caress.

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