Where the WiLd Things are

Where the wild things are
And where for a moment we can feel
A quiet solitude in wilderness
An artists mind begins to reel

The shapes and sounds, colors and smells
A water so clear
So clear you can swim with your eyes open wide
so clear the water has nothing to hide

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In the animals world, we attempt to transform
Wild at heart we explore
Deeper meanings we implore

Our skin adapts to the cold
Our eyes focus on the colors of fall
The only sound are our own footsteps on the fallen leaves
Alive from a rush in our veins with every heartbeat

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