I walked through a light streaming forest
At sundown.
Around old broken trees
And wild flowers
Sprouting around my feet.
My dog sniffed the air
And headed for a darkly
Narrowing stream
And looked for treasures.
The near silence
Of the forest
And its woody perfume
Made all the uncertainties slip away
Into the golden ribbons of light.
– J. Hamilton
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