The Wild Wood, Dark and Deep ( a poem of inspiration)
The wild wood, dark and so deep,
a silvery moon to accompany, as I sleep,
Thinning clouds, their wispy bits, to caress,
enshroud, as nearby willows, to weep.
The sparkling lake, beneath is spread,
no spell to break, no dreams to dread.
A calling loon, love birds to swoon,
soon arising dawn, the evening has fled.
In warm sunshine, wild creatures dine,
by nature's bounty, their lives, so fine.
Brown deer stir, grey squirrels to scurry,
a wilderness home, without any worry,
Blues birds all sing, cheerful notes to bring,
as cooling breezes, in shadows to blow.
Tall oaks to stand, their limbs to dance,
Drop showering acorns on leaves below.
This golden place, we may each embrace,
All worry to erase, brings smiles to our face,
The woods are dark, the woods are deep,
There, fondest memories, in my heart, I keep.
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