Harvest moon steals her silenced night,
Stars at midnight, dusk till dawn,
The night discovers her nocturnal path,
Releasing nature's spirit past.
Red Pine milieu towers
only in cascading form,
Unyielding arboreal, opaque hardwood, ten fold score,
Harvest moon and Love's delight,
Nature's best and spirit's flight.
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