The Forgotten Groves
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Leaves rustling on the forest floor,
The forgotten groves visited no more.
Legend tales of old folklore,
Sleeping trees that know the score.
Who in the valley calls out, no one knows,
Perhaps it's the Goddess calling to the groves?
Ghostly visions of a druids cloak,
Circle round the sacred oak.
Sunlight breaks through the swaying trees,
The gentle wind becomes a breeze.
Timeless voices echo forth,
Ancient knowledge from the north.
Those who know that time once more,
Are to feel the forest lore... ... ...
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