My mind stumbles over the branches that have once fell in the woods, their molecules fly graciously over the treetops, the definition of thought is lost within the forest, your desolate plains do shine bright in my brain, why am I so mesmerized by the heads of the valleys, how they shout and echo throughout my skull, the nerves of the jungle making me so erratic, how the woods have felt so much anguish for me, what have I done to envision you in this flourishing plateau, thank you for placing your splendid garden within my elegant dome, the stems have lectured me on what a petite flower you have become +End