I went walking in the Emerald Forest

It had just rained, but the surrounding fields

Still remain dead. 

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The evergreens, some Spruce, 

And the solemn nights of Noire in Regal mountains

Heavy with the burdens they carry, 

But not without centuries of nature's wisdom.

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This lie within a beautiful memory

I had taken away from myself, 

Years before, 

I can never go back.

I walked through mossy tree roots

Somewhere among them my senses forgotten.

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I sat on a hillside

Overlooking scars left by man, 

And studied dart frogs

And rotting animal firs

Wondering why

I had to go and let it die.

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There I sat and reflected

All of my constant leaving collected

The return of my grief

My attempts to forgive myself

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A story

As I thought

I realized

The rain never stopped

Filling up the part of it that was mine.

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