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| Old Growth Forest in British Columbia |
Whispers,
cannot be heard
only echoes of the land
thunderous old growth
protrude their beauty
Forest land,
should belong within
Birds,
Cry, unwelcoming tunes
Squirrels,
Prepare for the uninvited
Father Soleil,
rises and falls
continual clock of life
Darkness covers the unseen
mist covers the seen
ages of growth
stripped to the ground...
~Kendra McKinnon~
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