The aroma of the deep forest awakens nature's child,
rousing the ecologist hibernating
under layers of materialism.
The taste of autumn's bounty caresses my tongue,
flows down my throat,
warming each passing blood vessel,
and spills into my body's furnace
to ignite the day's activity.
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