As in the forest
let the days of my past
fall like leaves to the floor at my feet
mixing with all the living things
who make it their business
to cycle life into love.
And may I see all the days past
of all those I love, of every living thing,
mixed with mine in an earthy depth of knowledge
which softly springs under my feet
as I walk amongst the trees
of my dreams.
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