Smell of reshly brewed beer
with hints of coffee and pungent odor
The stench of rotting fruit
You see the fruit itself ripe edible
The part that rots into the surface
You see things rise out of it
seedlings fungus, worms and insects
fertility in the blackness
feeding trees giving them denser greener foliage
The branches thicken
overground roots form runes and sigils
Criscrossing and forming their own alphabet
The chorus of the canopy descends to the ear
Begging for more rain even after the deluges
Each shower visits like cousins obsessed
Their baggage in floods and new lakes
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