To slumber on a bed of moss

hands sunk into soil

hair wild with sparrow nests

and neck warm from nestling squirrels

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To awaken with tiny mushrooms

sprouting all around

skin dotted by fairies' kisses

skin damp from dewy ground

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I want the sun to rouse me

the moon to lull me into sleep

fingers gnarled from caressing the earth

and hair wild as creeping trees

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Give me eyes alight with thundering clouds

And wrinkles from joyous days

tongue aflame with stories to tell

and tales that forever stay.​