Alone in the woods, we start and fear
The dogs, that bark at the bark of the trees.
Roaring with hewn timbers, the larder is full,
Flames ferociously swear their wrathful oaths,
Feeding with frenzy the lapping tongues
In their very engineering.
Alone in the trees, a leaf beleaguers us
With its fall for no reason in the book,
Offering the manly man a chance to conjure
The spirits of hate, after so many dark wraiths
A spirit is energised to complete the park.
Alone in this travel, we gather our beach,
Sand works to be dunes, inner relationships
Command the rivers of sandstorms,
Tempests forfeit us, as they travel forever
Like the whirlwinds of the East.
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