The world searched for some way to let the light in
But the clouds refused
And the treetops robbed all below
A shallow glow crept its way in
Between the pockets of the leaves
But soil and rock smothered the floor
Some secondary measure of defense
Sky and Earth in fated confederation
And somewhere, perfectly congenial
Sits some small beast that knows nothing of the sunshine
Who won’t ever seek it out
Not for an absence of action, but for lack of direction
But I will be she who climbed the towering trunks
And I will be she who far flew above the sheet of white
Finding one final golden lining
One glimpse at the day long departed
Featured Image Credit: E. Wildman
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