Fields
Structure #13, pastoral poetry
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1 min readJan 15, 2017
The branching forest shelters from our foes
all citizens: the powerful, the large,
the miniscule, the weakly all alike.
The wildest pigments paint its reaching limbs,
extending far and wide as eyes can gaze,
providing nourishment and oxygen…
and all of this transpires under the sea.
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