Poetry

Fern

Bewildering peak.

A haunting choir

Of lazy lullabies;

Sing soft.

A maddening drone.

 

The statue of forestry

Is pine-scented

Machinery;

Juxtaposed

Against an amber sky.

 

Small stones stumble

Into tranquil lagoons;

They skim and scatter.

Distressing squawks,

Of menacing hawks

Resound to wake the dawn.

 

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