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 Another lonely midsummer night dream; I wandered along the untraveled path, Followed the sounds of the river downstream To a clearing of fallen trees that wrath Of the wind had taken care to scatter. This sight was magnificent, I was awed. But this fixation made me feel sadder As it dawned on me this image was flawed. The fallen trees shimmered in the moonlight. Such a blinding vision I was seeing As the numerous trees rose up in flight. I found myself questioning their fleeing. They seemed to be traveling quite carefree So I left the clearing and let them be.