The Brown trunks of the trees surround Me
Channeling the energy I See
Dionysus, I sense your presence Here
You make the truth of reality Clear
For it is with you that he seek pleasure in the Night
Knowing that as warriors it is our Right
For all that exist desire life’s Kiss
Why be born at all if such things we would Miss
Animals play within the Trees
Dancing around our Knees
Water splashes By
And with an Ale in my hand I have to reason to Cry
Tip a shot of golden Fire
As our real one burns ever Higher
Some Green beneath the Green
If you know what I Mean
Dionysus I join with You
And to my pleasure I will be True
Dionysus Forest Frolic
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