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This was written about my home:

In The Forest Of Wild Things,
The Deer Dances While The Cricket Sings,
Of Things Remembered And Forgotten.

And In This Forest, Two Trees Grow,
Next To A Murmuring Stream That Flows,
Sleek As Silver Through The Night.

As The Night Wears On, The Moon Climbs High,
Shining Down Like A Spotlight In The Sky,
It Illuminates This Forest Scene.

Alas, This Midnight Dream Was Not Meant To Last,
For Here Comes The Sun; Rising Fast,
It Brings To An End Night's Swan Song.

But As The Moon Slinks Away,
A New Chorus Greets The Coming Day,
With Its First Song.

Beaks Click And Feathers Flitter,
Setting The Whole Forest A Twitter,
Until Finally The Sun's Light Begins To Wane,
And The Moon Rises To Light The Stage Again.