I set foot on the grass
That grew in the wild
The darkness whispered
Like a wandering child
The night allowed
The moon to sail
Across the woods
Illuminating my way
A unicorn galloped
Silver and frail
I followed it
To be led to a lake
Canopied, which stole
A solitary ray through
Forming a reflection
Of an enchanting moon
Then, chirped a little bird
As was dawn about to break
And the woods grew wary
As the night began to fade
But the story was different
A hundred years ago
When the sun was a welcome traveler
No plunderer nor foe
Then days began to change
As the wild did too
The breeze began to shrink
And the weeds grew
The current in the sea
And the petty lake
Like somehow set to motion
In the reverse way
My woods are alive, but just
And so is a lot, and must
Live on to be for those
Who’re yet to come and go
For thats what makes worthwhile
Every moment of this life
This earth that I must leave
Unscathed and wild and free
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