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A worn path between wise trees

Warm sun breaks through verdant leaves

Moving through the ferns so sweet

Wondering where will I be?

The scent of pine on the breeze

Hear the birdsong Symphony

Clouds are drifting so softly

Wondering who will I be?

Stones are crunching under feet

Twigs are snapping somewhere deep

Insects crawling underneath

Wondering what will I be?

Wind is howling won't retreat
Rain now pours on my unease

Blue replaced by greys that creep
Wondering how will I be?

Body cold as the sky weeps
Glowing eyes now watch me speed
Taking all my sanity
Wondering where will I be?