I entered the shadow of
This forest long ago,
For the sun was wicked
And the wind was fierce.
These trees were an
Army I could crawl about,
Protected from all that
Would strike or pierce.
This forest, this haven,
This sanctuary laden
With swaying giants
Of gentle gesture,
Spotted with creatures of fur
As keepers of time and
Keepers of peace,
Was my place in the world,
Where disorder would cease.
Yet something has come
Over me which is hard to explain,
Like a subsidiary, indistinct pain,
For my nostalgic niche has
Become too familiar and plain.
Something is pulling on the
Strings of temptation, dragging me
Away with untold strain.
Perhaps I've been staring
At this tree too long,
And it is simply time to move on,
No place in particular, yet not unknown.
New forests await with
Greater reward,
Yet my loyal conscience
Is wholly abhorred,
How can I leave what
I've known for so long?
Is this not totally
And completely wrong?
In knowing the wind has
Shifted its course,
I must follow its lead
And feel not remorse.
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