Through the Forest
Through the forest
Which I bound,
The forest
That makes, no sound
Of gripes and groans
In labor pains,
But even so
It feels the same
As you and I,
We humans soft
Who weep in sorrow
At every cuff.
But there she stands,
The forest strong
Amidst our merciless throng.
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