

Forever TreesAs the sun sets, the last rays cutting through motes of dust, setting them alight, shadows close in, purpling the copse. Leaves, a dark verdant green, rustle; whispering tales to one another. Toadstools glow, incandescently. Birds chirrup sleepily, settling down beneath the canopy. The first star appears between the boughs, snagged in a branch that reaches longingly up to eternity. A river murmurs softly, somewhere nearby. Stories grow rampant in the moss, in birdsong, carried on seed pods let loose to float among the ferns.Forever Trees
A fervent sound, in the gathering gloom.
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