How the Woods Sin
After a 3 mile walk, my sisters and I planted ourselves to produce art.
The walk, the view, the thought of the woods carry a rich feeling
A warm comfort adjusted to become eerie once within its temple
The depth of the silent woods hold a desolated tone as if longing for a visit
It'll remain mute as long as you return the favor
Although its heritage have survived through more of a surreal lifetime
We believe we can handle its mischievous smile
It has blood scattered amongst the ground which you walk upon
And it greets you sincerely until you've reached far enough to disclose its face
Then, its eyes begin to flair with excitement carved within hope for when you'll visit again
Because as neighbors, they wonder if your blood is next
It weeps from its actions yet, it has an impulse it can't seem to shake off
You've trusted the woods to watch your back but, even the woods need a little fun
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