Lost in the woods.
No compass, no direction.
Serenity. Take it all in.
Find the roots
that stabilize;
Find the routes
untraveled.
Earthen brethren
take solace in the sun
through tattered treetops.
A leaky roof; frail canopy.
Falter not at nightfall,
but make camp, make fire.
Let it reflect in your eyes,
and never burn out. Not until
the sun can pick up from
where it left off.
Lightness commands the soul
so let it fly freely,
through trees and above
just as lost as can be,
perfectly so.
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