To walk the silent
forest floor,
pine needles
damp beneath my tread,
to let the first
meandering flakes
dissolve unfelt on
hand and head,
To gaze, until I'm
full at last,
on cloud-capped
peaks and ferny caves,
to wade in
cooling streams and watch
the seasons and the
pulsing waves--
Ungrateful heir
to deeds and cars
to wish instead
for stars.
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