Eleven days left
And then I will leave my home
For a Jersey plain.
Endless shades of green,
Luminescent and opaque,
Outside my window.
Forest wilderness
Sitting right next to my house
As if it belongs.
Butterflies collide
In the middle of the air,
To find the right mate.
Away from the road
The empty field looks foreign--
Thousand miles away.
Slowly sinking down,
Covered with new foliage,
Log returns to earth.
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