the woods,  cool and dark,

cloaked the indiana humidity.

green leaves of a young summer sit motionless –

the days sunlight dares not  trespass.

all the while,  the native birds sing a song –

one of search and one out for love.

look above and two small hawks lingers in perch

one seeks its prey,  as the other tends her nest.

the mouse on the cooled moist dirt of  the ground

burrows itself in the pile of leaves,

inside the years of untouched earth.

the sounds of the creek water slowly babbled by,  washing the rock in its bed

the woods,  cool and dark,

cloaked the concrete jungles of  marble and glass

inside the realm of  the woods,  silence tells a story

a peace that has been long forgotten –  a throne to an earth that once was

the woods,  cool and dark,

cloaked the indiana humidity.

green leaves of a young summer sit motionless –

the days sunlight dares not  trespass

 

 

 

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