Posted in 2017, poetry, Writing

In The Woods

All the birds have long since fallen asleep.

the surface of the Large lake ripple beneath the moon.

Old trees stand tall and strong in a comforting way,

New buds growing silently on their branches.

Ecosystems slumber as the night passes.

 

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