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Paul 48s
Ribbons of light spiraling through my mind
Each droplet a prism forms colors entwined

Beams through the canopy, flickering dance
Natures voice calling,  staccato romance

Light chases shadow, eternally bound
To battle forever, no victor be crowned

A rushing of air, landscape transformed to motion. Leaves swirl to the ground, while trees bend in devotion

Steps create patterns, soon water will fill
My heart can beat softly, my mind almost still

I walk and I bathe in the calm of this place, I am safe and I am happy in my forest space

— The End —