Deep Green

Wings spread and
echo against the trees,
Growing in their lines

to open views,
Broad skies that watch
struggling life,

Drawing in the patter
of each small part
as they meander,

This way and that
over crooked paths,
waving in the wind,

Changing endless
with the whistles
of forest dreams.

deep green

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