The woods are full of fungi
Come walk with me
Kick the crisp dry matting
Of buff tan leaves
To launch their flight
In answer to the call of a fragrant wind.
Come walk with me
Hold my hand
Find again those hidden treasures
Scalloped oyster shells
Climbing stalks of aspen trees
Come walk with me
Entwine my arm
And talk to me
Embrace my trunk
And trace the line of verdant pine
Beyond the highest oyster shell
Where blue
Breaks through popcorn clouds
And Heaven's breeze
Paints with mist upon your lips
An invitation
To search out again forbidden pleasures.
Author: D. M. Corgiat
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