The songbirds know something, so do the crickets
But no one knows, not even the prickly thickets
Notwithstanding if one did the earth would turn to rust
And would fragment the world's crust
For they are the wise men of the woods
The champions of the greenie goods
No one can prevail with the fighters of the forests
But though the men are said to be just myths told by Oreste
The men admittedly wear many deceptions contained in hoods
For they are the secret men of the woods
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Wise Men of The Woods
PoetryThis is a recreation of one of my eldest poems I did so I decided to let everyone read it UwU