Howling to this lunar light,
Something that brings all to light,
The seem of thoughts,
The dawn of the morning sun as it rises,
Yet what can be missing from this forest,
This forest that is my mind,
Trees as thoughts,
Ideas as leaves,
And all are symbols that point to a path,
One I may have to wonder alone,
Still as the lunar light fades,
Still I can look up see the moon in the morning sky
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