Poem: Be One With Nature
Tucked away
in buried grovefolds
where ash and oak trees
used to grow in the wild
the bones of the old ones
the druids and the wise women
who knew this ancient land
sleep calm and undisturbed
no stones to mark them
only flowers for pillows
their blood still runs
through the loamy soil
the birds sing their songs
because nature still remembers
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