Where the green fern grows

Forgive me for I know not

These wounds I lick alone

My pride died long ago

When will you be home

Redwoods call I can hear

Howling, cascading trickling

Ferns and the moist soil

Splendor of what once never was

Gasping bewildered never again

Heartache soothed by Her

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