In the trees, the eyes of the night gaze,
creatures revel in the dirt and moss,
hands guiding the clouds across the sky
exposing silvers stars that glitter
in the black night. A hollow hoot of an owl
the crack of a broken twig, a silence that
envelopes the dreams of the dreamer in
the forest at night.
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