I didn’t find the forest
The forest found me
Like a heart that’s found its other half
Mushrooms tickled my feet
Birdsong echoed off every tree
Stars hung overhead
Shining bright in between dark green canopies
The dense mist guided my path
Home is what it felt like
I wasn’t born from the earth
But somehow I knew
I must return to it
Now I wait
Like an owl on a branch
Until the day comes
Where the forest and I become one
My soul will forever linger
As part of the fog
There to guide
The next passerby
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