I am the unexplored.
I am the unknown.
I am the infinte doubt in chances never taken
And stories never told
If ever so I should be sought i shall be found In the most sound of places I am the timber breeze
I am the wildlife and the wind
I am colorful and falling
I am the autumn tree letting go of dying leaves
I am drifting above a footpath thick and faded from green to overgrown this winding wooded river is the trail that takes me home 
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