The Silent Canopy
Tall pillars rise in quiet, holy grace,
And catch the golden shafts of dying day,
A green and hidden, ancient resting place,
Where busy winds and shadows softly play.
The leaves breathe out a sweet and earthy sigh,
Far from the rush of world and hurried sky.
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