Over in the gully field
the grass is green and deep
the soil dark
the forest lark
will sing and still
she weeps
The wisdom of the forest knows
the river song by heart
The otter hums the chorus
the cicada, rhythm parts
Yesterday I walked that field
circled ’round the pasture
Caught the dark horse, mounted him
was riding even faster
Tomorrow i will rise and greet
the dawn the burning day
Walk until my legs are tired
then stop and sing to say
the journey is the way ~
Lions Mane 
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