Feb. 17, 2014

I walk stealthily
through the trees
collecting bark
green-things
and the bodies of dead bees
I place them in an old jar
for keeps
to do with them later
a form of Alchemy
inside the forest
all good things wait
as I trot down the
hidden path
to my escape
The flowers are in bloom
and the ground is moist
I hold on to my jar
and fall into a slumber
One ray of sun falls upon my face
and wakes me up
I find myself stuck to the ground
from feeling so content
why would I ever leave
such a land of wonder
even the sanest person
would want to stay forever

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