Poem: The Track

A small trace of a trail
Bent leaves
Odd twigs in odd positions
Little hollows

Bird song
Filling the spaces
Between branches
Puching sunlight
Inton specific angles

A tiny zephyr
Playing absently
With leaves
Twirling them on their
Stalks, as it
Lazily tours the trees

The fragrant mulching
Tickling the spores
Awar from the ground
Into the smaller cracks
Of old trunks

The bush releasing
Life into the ground
Birth into the air
Memory into the track
Silence; a sentinel,
A witness.

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