The timberland spoke to my pessimistic soul, solacing me with its endearing woodnotes. Obliging me to ruminate the cause, making my body fill with a longing impulse.
Making the chaotic thoughts adjourn my wits, with each gust of the woodland breeze.
As the silence over the forest falls, I feel the stillness of terran as my mind lies down to sleep.
It transquilled my guts,
coercing me to crash my crown to the earthy bed. As the moonshine reflected my face,
and the nightbird's lullaby echoed though the nocturnal undergrowth...
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