The Return

Michael Ken
Oct 20, 2023

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Deeply rooted in space and time

Ancient forest, ancestor mine

Doth hold the key to my lost past

Unburied secrets rarely last

Neath sun and storm journeyed alone

I crossed the world in search of home

Circling this sphere of sea and land

Til I arrived where I began

Oh forest mine, oh forest thine

Please reawaken humankind

And point the way to the divine

Our eyes are closed; they are not blind

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Michael Ken

My journal about life in the woods. Visit intothewoods.blog to see my complete journal, photographs, and articles.