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| "The Dying Forest" In the dying forest, there are few leaves. Hiding in the forest are evergreen trees. Winding through the forest is a river. Across it stands a man with arrows in a quiver. He stands in the forest full of strife Searching the dying forest for a spark of life. In the dying forest, a gentle snow falls. A waiting mother to her young calls. Now, the man across the river stands. In the dying forest, there he understands. The forest may be dying for the winter, But the animals settle in for the winter. Megan Delia Ratcliff- 30 October 1996 |