Happy Birthday, Gypsy Empress 2026
A dappled scene of forest grounds
Midst softening of sights and sounds
As I wonder slowly through
The crush of leaves, the beat of heart
No wind impedes as steps depart
All days of ponder now are due
Susurration of the stream I follow
Instrument created byApollo
Forest floor in striking hue
Transition in the trees surround
Gentlenesses that abound
I learn to fly anew
I come upon a blasted copse
Enunciated lies and tropes
I know not source that strew
Now, the land is opened wide
I gather strength as gather stride
Along the line of sight I see
No more, obstruction of the tree
But, lovely lake of placid mean
Below outcrop of rock is seen
A place to settle down
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