Child of Nature
Although I've strayed far from home
Mother always has a place for me
She reintroduces to her elaborate home
Her forrests dense of wise oak
Her leaves crunching beneath my feet
Her gentle wind singing in the trees
From restricted caves to seemingly endless fields
I am thankful for all she has shown me
I admire her sanctity wishing not to molest
I love my mother
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