Oh sweet glade, a hidden yet open shining place,
Surrounded by dark trees, yet within you, flowers and grace,
Silver ferns surround your soft grass, and keep your boundary in order,
Giving weary travellers beauty, the gift of rest and a pond of cool water.
Oh sweet glade, I close my eyes and can still smell your bouquet,
It was your fertile green clearing, that enticed me to stay,
With birdsongs, bright flowers, and the mushrooms you gave,
Healing my inner wounds, with warm comfort, my life you did save.
For I was not planning on leaving the forest that day,
I was to hang from roped branch, and in the cool winds I’d sway,
A corpse, was the gift I intended to leave for the creatures and earth,
To feed the fertile forest floor, the body of a man with no worth.
Oh sweet glade, you showed me something worth living for,
You gave me light and hope, where my eyes saw only darkness before,
Your greeting of sunlight and soft scents, as I stumbled from the dark,
Set my life on a new path, one lived in happiness, on which I now embark.
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