Mystical Forest of Imagination
Close your eyes and imagine
The silent passing of the deep gray clouds overhead
The misty drops of golden rain chilling the atmosphere
A light breeze of cool air soothing the thoughts
Of a tormented mind
Open your ears and listen
To the roar of the thunder crashing down
The soft chirping melodies of the hidden birds of the forest
The whistling of the wind telling the secrets
Of a quiet soul
Open your eyes and see
The green of the trees standing tall and proud
The color of a gloomy sky looking down upon you
The rustling of the leaves as they fall to the ground
Granting the wish of another day at dawn
Picturing this gives a sense of hope
That one day all will come together
As one mind and soul whether good or bad
For all to observe for all eternity
The silent passing of the deep gray clouds overhead
The misty drops of golden rain chilling the atmosphere
A light breeze of cool air soothing the thoughts
Of a tormented mind
Open your ears and listen
To the roar of the thunder crashing down
The soft chirping melodies of the hidden birds of the forest
The whistling of the wind telling the secrets
Of a quiet soul
Open your eyes and see
The green of the trees standing tall and proud
The color of a gloomy sky looking down upon you
The rustling of the leaves as they fall to the ground
Granting the wish of another day at dawn
Picturing this gives a sense of hope
That one day all will come together
As one mind and soul whether good or bad
For all to observe for all eternity
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