Waking to the glass forest
Charming as it may be
With the wind running through its leaves
Like the sound of windchimes on my porch
This cannot be, send for the master druid
We need bird song, squirrels, well water
we need bark, deep green leaves
Go boy, don’t think
The spell, the chain must be broken
Before the rain can send the old seeds away…
©anitadawes 2020
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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