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Singing In The Woods The scenery set the tone, Mother Nature takes her throne. Her reach has no limits, Able to overpower within minutes. The sun sits high at noon, Autumn leafs are strewn. Fauna hide as none are immune, A chilling breeze turns the tune. Shadows cast as clouds arrive, Some take shelter; others revive. The rain beats down with no escape, Rocks and pebbles, their dance take shape. The cries of the trees fall ever flat, Seemingly out of habitat. In turn the frost shows its range, Common as the seasons change. Winds howl with a screeching pitch, Spoils of hunt the predators ditch. Low to the ground but sharp as a knife, The grass of the woods wait for the afterlife. Birds perch along the skies, Seeing all as they fly. They plot a path to make a break, Chanting a cappella as they shake. Dynamics of Winter are of a song, Sounds of the bass of a gong. All take caution as they should, Singing in the Woods. -Jiho | |