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Lost again in the dark, dank woods,
Stepping over mud puddles, watching
Cold words blow out of my mouth like mist,
Wandering aimlessly, looking for the trail, the path,
The answer.

Flailing to no end, hitting the leaves for no reason,
I trip, falling face flat into the mud.
I don’t know what to do, I see
Green pastures of yellow tulips blooming,
Wavering to the music of the wailing breeze.
And you sitting by the lone tree atop the hill,
Surrounded by flowers, beautiful as daylight,
But you twitch, wavering like the flowers, for
You are stuck in the mud as well.

I see you, standing tall, amidst the weeping willows and
The ever flowing river.
Looking out amongst all to see, so I look like you,
Want to be like you, want to be with you,
and I love you, because
You are my tree to hug.