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Somewhere Else #3

A third poem.

Around you, canopies of branches lean down
Insects scurrying rapidly along the ground
Far away, you hear the cry of an injured animal
Ancient instincts waking, you feel primordial
Trampling through the underbrush
The green leaves around you twist and fuss
Grass long forgotten by a nonchalant sun
Blocking it’s rays, the trees have won
But life continues elsewhere in the forest
Bunnies sprint from predators, no time to rest
A birds eye view only reveals more trees
Miles and miles of no one, you’re free
Looking out at the big picture
You can see
This place is still run by nature

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