Do Not Disturb
The sky is awash in blue
And painted furiously
With watery strokes of pink.
The forest floor is once again,
Foreign,
Too dark to see.
The pines are naught but tall silhouettes
Against the fading night sky.
Their needles a soft carpet on the pathway.
The songs from above
Have been replaced with buzz and chirps below.
The tall grasses sway in the gentle breeze,
As the earth stretches and yawns,
And rolls over in dreamful slumber.
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