Answers

Light shining through the cedar branches
lit the ground afire
with intricate patterns
the red bark of a sequoia
was warm to the touch
hollow it held the heat of the sun
the river splashed onto fallen logs
and drips coming down froze into
long icicles
the timeless air was still
I was searching for answers in the grove
perhaps someday I'll know if I
found the right ones





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