Sun shines through the trees;
Green leaves become translucent;
Sweet smell of manure.
Old party balloons
Hang from the telephone pole.
Time for new party.
Loud banging in the woods--
Metal crane thumps for water;
Unslakable thirst.
Deep in the dark woods
Bright patch of light blue flowers.
Behind, a crow calls.
Hidden in the woods
Bird softly warbles its song.
Breeze shakes the shadows.
Grove of deep blue trees
Stands at the edge of the woods,
Just three inches tall.
On a forest hill
Back lit by the rising sun
Tree stretches its limbs.
My gray muzzled friend
Doesn't romp with his brother
But waits on the road.
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