I want to disappear, fade out to black

To become one with nature

The calm, the tranquility, the comfort


I want to be lost, hidden in the trees

To be the dirt you trample, the frigid air you breath

I want to be natural, pure, happy


I curl and unfold in the blankets of earth, beads of tears and dew both

I bend and break like snapping twigs

And hope some day that the helpful will no longer be hindered


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