Forests are a glimpse of permanence.
One walks within the hush of their embrace
Restored to a more humble sense of place,
Taking time to yield to reverence.
Yearning spills out into sentient space.
There is in forests an abiding sense,
Well worth saving, of lost innocence,
One's shrinking heritage of nature's grace.
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