Forest Eternal
The forest glows an endless green,
The sight of which is so serene.
Sort of like a figurine.
It’s all I’ve seen, it’s all I’ve seen.
It’s all that I have ever known,
A bunch of plant life overgrown.
It’s like I’m trapped inside a dome,
Never to roam, never to roam.
I never thought it to depart,
Heading off to find a fresh start.
It’s beauty struck right thought my heart.
A work of art, a work of art.
But now I see it’s all a ruse,
So now it lays on me to choose.
But really, what have I to lose?
So what ensues? So what ensues?
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