Misty morning, early autumn.
I sit on the soft, damp earth,
with a colorful leafy blanket at my feet.
Smell of wood smoke in the air,
And the little animals so busy -
Acorn gathering,
Burrow readying,
All preparing for their winter rest.
Life,
You fill my heart with joy and yearning,
I long to blend into you.
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