Sylvan Symbiont

Did you find joy amidst the rubble of your heart? I'm still turning over the stones.

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at times...the weight of existence...crumples me into a paper ball... the unfolding is in nature...to let it settle...and sink...all we can do is surrender to this process...and attempt to dance in time

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The King beneath the mountains, The King of carven stone, The lord of silver fountains Shall come into his own! His crown shall be upholden, His harp shall be restrung, His halls shall echo golden To songs of yore re-sung, The woods shall wave on mountains And grass beneath the sun; His wealth shall flow in fountains And the rivers golden run. The streams shall run in gladness, The lakes shall shine and burn, All sorrow fail and sadness At the Mountain-king's return!

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Down the swift dark stream you go Back to lands you once did know! Leave the halls and caverns deep, Leave the northern mountains steep, Where the forest wide and dim Stoops in shadow grey and grim! Float beyond the world of trees Out into the whispering breeze, Past the rushes, past the reeds, Past the marsh's waving weeds, Through the mist that riseth white Up from mere and pool at night! Follow, follow stars that leap Up the heavens cold and steep; Turn when dawn comes over land, Over rapid, over sand, South away! and South away! Seek the sunlight and the day, Back to pasture, back to mead, Where the kine and oxen feed! Back to gardens on the hills Where the berry swells and fills Under sunlight, under day! South away! and South away! Down the swift dark stream you go Back to lands you once did know!

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Roll -- roll -- roll -- roll. roll-roll-rolling down the hole ! Heave ho ! Splash plump ! Down they go, down they bump !

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Lazy Lob and crazy Cob are weaving webs to wind me. I am far more sweet than other meat, but still they cannot find me ! Here am I, naughty little fly ; you are fat and lazy. You cannot trap me, though you try, in your cobwebs crazy.

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Old fat spider spinning in a tree ! Old fat spider can't see me ! Attercop ! Attercop ! Won't you stop, Stop your spinning and look for me ? Old Tomnoddy, all big body, Old Tomnoddy can't spy me ! Attercop ! Attercop ! Down you drop ! You'll never catch me up your tree!

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It left the world and took its flight over the wide seas of the night. The moon set sail upon the gale, and stars were fanned to leaping light.

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It passed the lonely Mountain bare and swept above the dragon's lair : there black and dark lay boulders stark and flying smoke was in the air.

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The grasses hissed, their tassels bent, the reeds were rattling---on it went o'er shaken pool under heavens cool where racing clouds were torn and rent.

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The wind went on from West to East ; all movement in the forest ceased, but shrill and harsh across the marsh its whistling voices were released.

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The wind came down from mountains cold, and like a tide it roared and rolled ; the branches groaned, the forest moaned, and leaves were laid upon the mould.

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The wind was on the withered heath, but in the forest stirred no leaf : there shadows lay by night and day, and dark things silent crept beneath.

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Bake and toast 'em, fry and roast 'em ! till beards blaze, and eyes glaze; till hair smells and skins crack, fat melts, and bones black in cinders lie beneath the sky! So dwarves shall die, and light the night for our delight, Ya hey ! Ya-harri-hey ! Ya hoy !

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Burn, burn tree and fern ! Shrivel and scorch ! A fizzling torch To light the night for our delight, Ya hey !

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Fifteen birds in five firtrees, their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze! But, funny little birds, they had no wings! O What shall we do with the funny little things? Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot ; fry them, boil them and eat them hot?

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Swish, smack ! Whip crack ! Batter and beat! Yammer and bleat ! Work, work ! Nor dare to shirk, While Goblins quaff, and Goblins laugh, Round and round far underground Below, my lad !

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Clash, crash! Crush, smash! Hammer and tongs! Knocker and gongs! Pound, pound, far underground! Ho, ho ! my lad!