Walk through the forest
Of shimmering greens.
Leafy screens
That filter the sun.
Let yellow beams
Escape to run
Their softest light.
On lonely bluebells
That huddle together
When day is done.
To face the night
Alone.
We walk through the forest
Of glimmering scenes.
As sunset preens
For moonlight's song.
Yet
Aged twilight intervenes.
As in shadow,
Feathered throng
Take to the boughs.
It is then
Lonely scatter of bluebells
With patter of new rain
Then bid the day adieu.
To face the night again
Alone.
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