The pine needles that rain down from windswept firs
to lie still in their forest bed
Across them, a foot tread
Humans filled these woods with dread
but I am hear to say have no fear of me
For as winter frost seeps into spring thaw
my heart melts
And your plight is felt
For who with words can capture
the way the woods fill me with rapture
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