The Return

Michael Ken
Oct 20, 2023

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

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