Walking alone down a narrow path;
Tiptoeing through the shadows;
A private game in which I partake.
The mossy woodland opening;
Sunlight serenely streaking onto small patches of grass.
A silent place with a peace,
Some sort of peace not acquired in the real world;
Though I try to remind myself this is real.
Amazing, yes I have realized that now;
That it seems as though it is separate,
Far away from facing reality in any way.
The soothing feeling gotten from nature;
A certain type of nature, unmarred by the world,
The world's smog, pollution and development.
It may be that I am the only person who ever stepped foot here.
Yes, that is it I conclude quietly.
When I leave, I only have thoughts of my woodland,
And a feeling of magical oneness with it;
A glowing aura surrounds me like fairydust.
Yet no one notices this change but me.
What is a matter with them anyway?
Do they not have a place like this tucked away somewhere?
Well who cares anyway, as long as my woodland dream is still there.
Yes as long as my imagination still thrives within me.
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