From the twilight of early morning
to the dusk of approaching evening
the forest lies hushed within its
winter cocoon deeply snowed
the forest floor humped
with the ghosts of trees past
their stumps transformed into eerie
shapes and shadows hover nearby
for the forest interior is never so
influenced by a wide blue ocean of sky
where the sun navigates its way
east to west in its daily transit
and the forest giants of fir, pine and spruce
green-feathered against the dark silhouettes
of poplar and oak raise their spires
reaching to the firmament in this
natural cathedral of live supplicants.
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