Within the forest of being
We touch the face of liquid skies
Blue in time, Blue in motion
Colors dance on backs of eyes
Clouds form, break and join
Silver shines through rounded lens
Familiar touches of love
Spreading, the vision mends
Sentinels rise and soar
In situ we play with memories Green
Grand worldly canopies sway
In places rarely seen
Light keeps us traveling
In a vision splendid Red
Leaves abscise and fall
In timeless waves far ahead
Waves freely change form
For the leaf no life in store
We see the move to Yellow
Carpet on the forest floor
Colors fall, we there lay
Visions quieten, what end?
Sleep tenderly touches our form
In comforting lightness ascend
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