the journey began
on roads made of earth
where forests once stood
until a fire gave birth
as time passes on
trees live once again
the road lined with flowers
and berries galore
beckoned me on
to where the forest still reigns
creeks rushing through them
meeting on the valley floor
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this morning i was awoken
by the sound of pop pop
can you guess?
the squirrels are preparing for winter
they climb up to the tree tops
then drop the tiny pine cones down to the earth
pop pop pop
then scurry to stash them for winter cuisine
tis the season
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