the first brush of light raids the night

morning dew consumes this world’s antecedent

perhaps I will go on a walkabout, deep within the forest

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my spirit is intrigued by the brightest of greens; visions which visit my dreaming mind

until I return; reveries shall lie dormant

perhaps I will go on a walkabout, deep within the forest

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o’ sleep old soul! For you, I do cry

I beg and plea; I have prayed to fall back asleep upon this morning

perhaps I will go on a walkabout, deep within the forest

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in the stillness of night, the stars do shine

peforming bright until the sun lightens earth’s firmament

the first brush of light raids the night

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the air is sharp on the skin, piercing and quick; A brisk moment in time

revolving around a flare of brillance

perhaps I will go on a walkabout, deep within the forest

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awoken by the mirrorlike light satisfying the sky

nature declares love for such eminence

the first brush of light raids the night

perhaps I will go on a walkabout, deep within the forest