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Encompassed in trees

here I stand breathing the beauty

of this wooded land.

At peace with myself,

I stand free to dream.

So slipping off shoes,

I run through the green.

My burdened soul’s uplifted

in the pale morn light,

a new day has broken,

gone is the night.

My tightly tethered heart

has grown white silken wings

and flies through the sky

up where the jay sings.