Another poem I wrote prior to awakening.
I think that it’s one of the more magical of my poems, with a strong otherkin feel.
Originally posted on January 9, 2005 on

Green grows the forest,
bright green doth it be.
Wild grows the greensward,
every plant, shrub, and tree.

Wild the woods are,
Wild and free.
For here there is magic,
for those who can see.

For in all of this freedom,
so fantastic to thee,
dwell centaurs and satyrs;
unicorns… and me.

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