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The Forest by Macey Cervenka
Dawn comes, thunder booms, lightning hisses.
The moon is like an emerald in the black night sky.
Wind, like a whisper, rain, like a dance.
Morning, alas. The lilac bush is like glass, the rock wall, a mirror.
The dark stream whirs like a hurricane, the birds look like bits of fire in the sunlit sky.
The last of the snow, like a big cloud on the ground.
Flash, in the morning sun, the big leaf tree is still asleep.
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