Sunshine cracks through the canopy.
Mushrooms, like white blood cells,
tranquilise time.
There is no ending of things.
When the light goes,
only badgers
and deer
will know
we are here.
In the forest, we will always be walking.
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Sunshine cracks through the canopy.
Mushrooms, like white blood cells,
tranquilise time.
There is no ending of things.
When the light goes,
only badgers
and deer
will know
we are here.
In the forest, we will always be walking.