p.157

In the deep dark woods
you hear a sound.
The stutters of your own uneven
breath.

Between the oaks,
where its roots reach down
you finally find a place to rest.

So lay down your head,
my autumn child,
and let the forest take you.

There’s no need to cry,
no need to fear
the branches that reach for you.

They bring you to your eternal
sleep.

Where we can be together again.
Where we can be as one.

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