The forest is filled with life alien to me
Unpleasant things buzz around me harshly
Their view of me altered by their alien eyes
I must be careful not to step in the mud
Liquid reminders of thunderstorms
Which once rained down upon these woods
Perhaps these puddles shall remain
Gathering more creepy crawlies to their cool depths
Or perhaps they will dry on a warm spring day
Whatever the case I am comforted
For I shall always find shade here on a hot summer day
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