and the rain came
in soft shards
through leaves
as we walked
they waited patiently for us
the trees
talking
through roots
discarded and fallen
the green moss
glowing
on twisted bark
tracing the rippled
surface
death and life
cycle
permanence
impermanence
the floor
of this magical
living
wood
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