Forestry
I walk
I wander
I wonder
Why?
The trees smell like home
My home smells like fire.
Here I stay
I live and I pray.
For the day that I get what I desire.
I desire to sit, relax in these trees
And study
Study all that’s around me.
Forever I stay
I live and I pray
To become part of the woods
For the rest of my days.
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