The Forest floor
or, Metamorphosis of all you knew
Wrap the thought, like all the rest, with bounds of gentle care
In life and love and glory felt, that shows the will to share
A deep, untroubled sleep is spent, a pause in all that's thought
The steep and final leap is lent to laws for all that's wrought
The mist it lifts from forest floor revealing autumn day
A shaft of light, through limbs and leaves, bequeaths the final ray
Before the silk is spun in place to close the life before
No glimmer, hint, nor slightest sense, holds breath for so much more
Hung from branch of patience spent, so long the winter day
The beauty on the wing of reason, now comes into play
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