Forest Child

The mountain pulls me to
Its pulsing heart.
The foothills reaching out
To make me part
Of river, stone and tree
Of rugged wild.
I have become
The forest's foster-child.

Enfold me with a scarf
Of gentle green,
And lead me to the wood
And let me lean
Against a friendly tree.
Please take my hand
And guide me out
Into the wilderland.



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