Green Dreams

I want to be
where the
wild things are
and trees stand tall
against the sky
and there are
no streets
only rivers that flow
and the wind whispers
through leaves
with a sigh
with forest floor
spongy with moss
under bare feet
and bare back
while the sweet scent
of cedar
fills the senses
while I take
a short little nap

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