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In the depths of a woodland old,

Where ancient trees their stories told,

A wanderer roamed, heart draped in gray,

Amidst nature's embrace, he lost his way.

With sorrow as his constant friend,

He sought solace, a heart to mend,

Through tangled paths and shadows,

He walked into the vast forest.

Through verdant glades, he trod alone,

betweens the trees, his heart did groan,

For memories weighed upon his soul,

Like ghostly whispers, they took their toll.

Among the ancient trees that stood,

He found solace

Nature's grace, a gentle guide,

To heal the wounds he couldn't hide.

In the woodland's profound,

He learned to let his sorrows drown,

For nature held the sacred key,

To set his saddened spirit free.

And as he wandered, day by day,

A transformation found its way,

From sorrow's grip, he learned to part,

To mend his wounded, fragile heart.

The forest's ancient tales and woes,

Became a part of him

To carry both the joy and pain

In the arms of sorrow and despair,

He found a sanctuary rare,

Within the forest gentle grace,

He found his peace, his rightful place.