The season of my choice has come to call again,
It brings me to rejoice and remember times of when.
I sit alone beside myself so silent in the wood,
Once again I'm on the hunt and reflect as I should.
To feel the beauty of the world that surounds me now,
Moves me to a place of peace and love abounds somehow.
Deep within the forrest I'm with the one I miss the most,
Twas my father who's now gone but I am with his ghost.
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