Through the patterns of the trees
or rather
the rays of sunlight poking it's way through
drawing out the twists and turns that are nature
she found herself
Within the mossy green and cold gray stones
sitting along biding their time
waiting for someone to notice
she found herself
She dared not fret over the small things
things like the end off the world
she was at home and at peace in the woods
where she could sing with the birds
flow with the endless streams
and stand tall like the redwoods surrounding her
Where she started, where she lives, where she would die
She found herself

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Maybe
Sometime between now and then
We all got lost
Within the fine silver lines of a cloud
we lost ourselves
When we all step into the golden sunlight
we leave our old selves behind
and become free.