strength of ten men

dancing in the rain to the

untamed rhythm of lightning flashes;

the thunderclaps ignoring

the lone naked figure

beneath the giant fallen pine tree;

its twisted body tall laying on its side

the bark long stripped of its majesty.

 

in the shadow of the small dilapidated house

hidden on the edge of the dark treeline

what joy! in a simple soul;

a heart swelling with hope newfound

without malice for the future untold.

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