Lying across the lush humid moss
dusty trees foster a veil of privacy
Swaying willows softly moan into the dying breeze, each graceful crossing branch-slapping out tunes in harmony
Dancing leaves claw and scrape the earth underneath, touching and crumbling in musical ecstasy
A berry ripe for picking
nestles deeper in the foliage
shivering and trembling
seeking solemn warmth
As the distant sun backs out of view
the ambitious moon
finishes its silky crawl
setting a mosaic mood
The shaded forest comes alive
playing the enchantress
balking at the day
Consuming the light
with shallow breaths
and quenched acceptance
welcome the fervor of the night.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
Lying across the lush humid moss
dusty trees foster a veil of privacy
Swaying willows softly moan into the dying breeze, each graceful crossing branch-slapping out tunes in harmony
Dancing leaves claw and scrape the earth underneath, touching and crumbling in musical ecstasy
A berry ripe for picking
nestles deeper in the foliage
shivering and trembling
seeking solemn warmth
As the distant sun backs out of view
the ambitious moon
finishes its silky crawl
setting a mosaic mood
The shaded forest comes alive
playing the enchantress
balking at the day
Consuming the light
with shallow breaths
and quenched acceptance
welcome the fervor of the night.
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