Skeletal giants of power,
silently unseen in plain sight.
Picking their way across the land,
skirting the inhabited zones.
Wading the aisles between trees;
stalking the byways tirelessly.
Tip-toeing across tall ridges,
spanning valleys effortlessly.
Delicately lifting their lines
over lanes, roads, rivers and fields.
Wordlessly delivering the
planet’s invisible lifeblood.
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dear Madam, Your vision is nice. great write. Please reply. Thanks!