Some rooster howls into the morning sky
I'm going to miss the woods
Now that I'm older I feel I fear too much all at onceI let myself believe that nature is the one to be afraid of me
But as I grow older and watch how nature convolutes my body into a mess of tired muscles and exhausting its resources, I realize it's just simply trying to stop it
from reaching its final destinyI realize nature always gets what it wants in the end
And that is why I do not go into the woods by myself anymore
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entropy
PoetryA collection of poems written by me on death and how it feels to be a human being