The path lies lonely
The howling of owls deafens the air
The wind dried up, moist with dew
Even the plants lost her interest in the beat
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The woods had lost her voice
The stories told of her are old
Silence rests on the noisy field
Who will rescue her from her doom?
Amidst the chaos a bud shoots
A new story is to be formed
Its tale, a crack upon the soil
A new home for the wandering birds