The trees of the forest conceal great halls
Their trunks and branches form the walls
Leafy limbs reach over head
Lush green moss makes the bed
Delightful dances here commence
The dancers are creatures no one can place in a fence
The air, perfumed by petals so sweet
Intensifies with the mid day heat
As tempting as this place might be
My destination is calling me
And as I trek away from here
I promise to return some other year
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