I walked into the woods this morn
Along a path that’s gently worn
It weaves it’s way around the trees
The fresh new leaves set me at ease
The stillness in the air is frail
The rabbit hides behind the vale
The ground is damp with morning dew
My focus steady, straight, and true
The spider’s architectural grace
Now sits bedaubed upon my face
The threads of silk so fine and pure
My vision lost, so premature
But once again I start my flight
Guided by diffracted light
To seek the cache is still my goal
It's lust affects my very soul
And so I hunt the great Morels
In lush green hills and wooded dells
The elusive epicurean delight
I quest for it with all my might
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