The woods are calling
Calling my name
Come to us
Be with us
Be one with us
So I packed up my tent and my Ghillie Stove
Put my hiking boots on
And made my way
Into the deep dark woods
The magnificent majestic ancient woods
Full of beech, oak and hornbeam
I felt at peace once again
Amongst my friends
The tree spirits
And wood nymphs.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC
The woods are calling
Calling my name
Come to us
Be with us
Be one with us
So I packed up my tent and my Ghillie Stove
Put my hiking boots on
And made my way
Into the deep dark woods
The magnificent majestic ancient woods
Full of beech, oak and hornbeam
I felt at peace once again
Amongst my friends
The tree spirits
And wood nymphs.
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