The woods are vast, deep, and dark.
The wind blows hurriedly through the trees.
The branches respond with crackling bark -
in communion with the breeze.
The rocks are scattered upon the hills.
The mosses display their neon green.
The fallen leaves of arbors fill-
a hidden glen few have seen.
An Unseen Conductor (but not unheard)
connects each bridge to chorus.
And through the forest, the sacred words,
compose the song before us.
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