The Wood
In the Wood at dusk
the shapely trees bark
as their leaves rustle
with every Fall of their turn
As shadows smile upon the day
the earthly ground hides its brush
noticing the way the pine show-off
touching each other and holding limbs
their size seems less important
than their Art,
showing us the paths,
through the wood
by Dark
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