Feel the trees in the dark beyond draw you in
Through the kissing gate
Along a fairy path
Tall grass whispers your ear
Soon your feet are wet from the lush soft green
Nettle fingers catch at your clothes
Beating birds wings startle
The burn is dry yet runs full of flowers
Push past grasses head-height
Enter the dark the silence the trees like staves
Watching watching

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