Imagining a place of pleasure
living beauty without measure
from the river to the seas
land of mountains, fields and trees
Standing tall against the wind
a refuge we can shelter in
a bounty when the seasons call
sets a feast before the fall
Waters run clear blood of Gaia
circulate and cool the sky
roots and shoots without a sound
flowers bursting from the ground
Imagine sitting there together
contemplate the 12th of never
come with me and we will follow
bird song echoes in the hollow ~
Lions Mane 
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