The Woods Are Calling

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When your mind forms the chaos,

 

The trees take thoughts away

 

When your heart is thundering

 

The air holds your questions at bay.

 

When your soul is a blunder,

 

The soil will keep you straight.

 

When you rage inside from all the pain,

 

The wild absorbs the hate.

 

So walk in the woods with me,

 

For your feet will find the ground.

 

Let your vision clear before you;

 

As your body absorbs the sound.

 

Give it all to the breezes;

 

Rest your hands in the peace.

 

For, the world will be clearer,

 

With the beckoning of trees.