Like a bright ambassador of morning
a new sun mops the dew
from the floor of the forests.
Fungi now grows
at the speed of light.
Nuts softly dropp
onto soft beds of leaves,
and wild fruit
hangs on the dangerous bushes
of rippng thorns.
The girl in the red cloak,
stands out against the backdropp
of woodland greens and browns.
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