How I have missed the wood.
The soft invitation of the green bough,
Swaying in the breeze.
Beckoning me to join it further.
Walk in, be surrounded.
Enveloped in the softness of quiet.
Ease the soul in the wonder.
Play of light filters through.
Casting your glance into beauty.
As you walk the crystal path.
Winter snows crunching underfoot.
Lifting your mind in the splendor,
And finding your own cathedral here.
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