By Tracy Schruder
Walking through the forest deep
The sky so dark, the moon so bleak
The crusted snow crumbles beneath my feet
With each step forward, closer I become
To the grand opening before me
High up above, streams trickle through your walls
Each sound and twinkle leading to the falls
Bare feet in the snow, and feeling no cold
Toes dig in slightly, leaving a melted hole
A slow, deep breath, lungs full and grown
Exhale ever so slightly, keeping my head in my goal
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