Beholding Salad

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The dampness of the forest floor makes me shiver,

As if my soul rejects its shade.

Each Tree looks out widely, and fails to notice.

before I can take a step closer,

Warning wind eases to my side.

Growing silence frightens me, the wind does not stay.

A deep panic, crashes into my mind.

When finally the waves subside,

I realize change in the ground, a rocky floor

replaces the wet leaves

The sky fills the gloom with light.

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