Almost a Poem
Sunlight, almost gentle, finds breaks
through the forest canopy to a glade
still verdant, where it dries nights collective,
reflective dew as a child sits surrounded
by all that is natural, holding
gathered wildflowers, smiling and singing
her dreams.
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