In a spruce tree grove
burning sticks a stove
By a hemlock cove
trout his treasure trove
"Life a thought or dream, thus it would so seem
or a point of view, thus it could be true"
On the ash below
turtle shells aglow
Cracking the lines show
where his way will go
"Death a night of sleep, thus it should be deep
or a twist of fate, thus it could be late"
In the cedar smoke
prodding with a poke
Under clouds he woke
to a thunder stroke
"Life a time of change, thus it could be strange
or a mark or sign, thus it would be mine"
With the storm to goad
ice and sleet forebode
Breaking a geode
quartz his mother lode
Death a or verse, thus it could be worse
or a , thus it could be void"
In a damp grotto
drifting banks of snow
Frostbit thumb to toe
nothing left to know
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