Oh, midnight sun, single heart in the trees,
Magical touch, unfound, as the woods stays asleep.
Winter flowers carried in the light breeze,
Stops swiftly, clouds open, and the sky weeps.
Tickling grass, oh, as I inhale the crisp air,
The ease of nature, of angels above,
I tend the garden of Eden with care.
Mother Earth, flower and fauna, all I love,
The seasons change and the stars realigned,
The emerald clarity of it all, souls are appeased.
Oh! Of ivy run wild, vines intertwined,
The passion I feel, swirling wind and leaves,
When I am in the forest, without doubt,
Small seedlings in the spring showers can finally sprout.
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