The Woods

by Timothy   Jul 15, 2025


Hop on, little rabbit, there's food for thee,
But within the garden, death is guaranteed;
But stay in the bush, undetected,
A vibrant heart will remain uncollected.

Scamper on, little chipmunk, there's wilderness free,
But within the confines of the city, a final destiny;
But stay in the forest, unsubjected,
A lone wanderer is not intercepted.

Drive on, venomous snake, there's opportunity,
But within the open concrete, hastened misery;
But stay in the spirituality, of evil perfected,
A lost soul will be eradicated.

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