This is below, a tunnel into fantasy
A land within the roots of reality
Beneath the trees, beneath the soil
Enchanted by the wee folk all
With vibrant green, moss and soil
Creatures that above the ground annoy
Though here they rule and give direction
Where no light sheds insight, haven,
But here, there is harmony, insulation,
From the tension, from the rat race
From the foolhardy neediness of above.
All is provided here, the nurturing,
The blessings of peace beneath the forest floor.
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