The white feathers
cover the ground like a blanket
keeping it sheltered
and hidden.
The setting sun
casts long shadows
over the quiet forest.
Tree limbs grab
at the leaves slowly drifting
to
the
ground.
The wind whispers things
into the peaceful air
carrying messages from place to place
And adding little comments ?that the unspoken forest
doesn’t dare utter
cover the ground like a blanket
keeping it sheltered
and hidden.
The setting sun
casts long shadows
over the quiet forest.
Tree limbs grab
at the leaves slowly drifting
to
the
ground.
The wind whispers things
into the peaceful air
carrying messages from place to place
And adding little comments ?that the unspoken forest
doesn’t dare utter




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