The woods are so inviting - they call me to come, lay down in the leaves to rest and let the myrtle and vines slowly grow over me.
Gravity maintains its gentle, relentless pull;
the desire to remain upright ceases.
My arms expand into the earth as we embrace each other.
The world no longer knows my name
but I move with it through the universe.
The wind and I brush past the flower’s petal,
My song is part of a bird’s melody,
And I dance with stardust on Orion’s Belt.
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