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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