Where is you inner child?

A fawn standing next to soft pink roses

I will follow whichever path

leads me quickest to the wilow

in the woods

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My guidance shall be the sun and the stars alike,

taking turns illuminating my path

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When I reach the willow, I will lay in its roots

turning into moss and mycelium

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Until you wake me to return

Finding naught but softness in my stead

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My slumber may be broken but my mind

shall ever wander in the roots

of my beloved cradle

in the veins of mother herself