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King of the Woods

looking upwards into a large impressive tree with moss on the trunk and green leaves

Soft green moss and arching brambles
With desperate nettles shooting upright to light.

Dense, strong and stable, yet soft delicate and gentle
A squirrel runway extending arms, reaching limbs
Of sun-drenched lime, mottled light barely touching.

Fresh, yet decaying hands of friendship,
A ladybird highway knitted together.

Beneath a silhouette of darkness,
A planet in itself.

 

by Jess and Stephanie

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