Somewhere in the clearing
deep in the scrub
a space where the sun hits
where things grow
sheltered well
from heavy rain
the hell winds
and cool phases
Humid and warm
thick grass sponging it all up
all below the huge mountains
where things can grow
life, forms beckons and lights up
trees and shrubs emerging
Bleak cloud losing against the blue
sun owning part of everyday
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