The allure of the bend
in the trail ahead
Drawing me forward
along the moss carpet path
The wave of the ferns
luxuriant fronds
tickling my fingertips
as they urge me on
The babbling of the brook
in the shrouded bed
deep in the wilds
begging to be found
The dancing of the sun's
crepuscular rays
filtered through treetops
in the forest glade
The song of the birds
high in the sky
above the canopy
in the by and by
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