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Forest Window |
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The treetops close in at sunrise, Blocking the sunlight from view; Shading the earth and the saplings, So little light trickling through. But the wind rises at nightfall, Blowing aside the trees' green shawl; And the pale clouds left and right fly, Showing the moon as it rides high. The treetops open at moonrise, Bathing the ground in starlight; Young leaves in moonbeams turn silver, As the sky darkens in night. --1998 |