smoke stack still there
where old vines crawl
trying to reach heaven
overlooking fern garden
young deer roam bravely
pick sweet nuts that lay
as sun raise its pointer
passing beautiful summer
waves never left behind
kissing mangroves line
crabs silently enjoying
nibbling tasty morsels
distracted by pump boats
run beneath crowded roots
as shadows shortened fast
oh! beauty before my eyes
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