For whatever reason, I like writing this form of poetry best.
thick soft needle trail
roots flowing through like water
a warm summer breeze
tall fir canopy
lithe madrona reaching up
tree frogs serenade
a lone young maple
basking in a new clearing
broad leaves un-greening
young forest rising
long thin trunks always leaning
who will rise atop?
moss drips like water
borrowing lowest branches
the crown resplendent
first leaves underfoot
crunching through dim tree tunnels
ground thick with ivy
chirping conversations
birds greeting new and old friends
clouds thicken above
meadow of small blooms
yet so many buzzing bees!
grasses sway gently
darting sandpiper
alights on bony driftwood
last rays of sunset
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