Whispers of the woods

Cast hollow echoes in my chest

I’ll miss my friend with the long snout

As I’ve missed adventure by the cut of man

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Roaming the woodlands

Threading over head

The roar of the ferocious kingdom

Cause quiver upon my lips

 

The clap of branches snapping

The destruction below my feet

Venturing deeper into the fire

Of what one day will be our peat

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