Peace
It lingers in forests deep,
where the machinations of man
are but
a distant memory.
It sleeps in restful dreams,
for it is one
with the earth.
There is no discord here,
only the seasons
which pass, as
artists of the landscape.
Each with a fresh
and vibrant palette
to work it’s temporary
masterpiece.
But tonight it sleeps
in moonlight’s glow,
safe beneath
it’s blanket of snow.
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