• The rain trickles down my skin
    I stand in a northern forest filled with pine
    and the rain is colder than usual
    because of the changing seasons

    In the distance, I hear the sounds
    of wolves crying and running free
    Their silver and charcoal coats
    peek through the tree's foliage

    I reach my hand up to the pale and
    the natural light of the sun sifted through
    clouds, as the rain sprinkles lightly down

    My small cabin`s chimney is smoking gently
    The cloudy shapes float through the air and smell
    like Cedar and Pine incense

    My deteriorating health is no more,
    there is nothing but the soothing
    sounds of this New England forest

    My negative beliefs fly away, my
    mental health is at ease
    And there is finally a cure to my


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