A huge spring storm is about to bust loose on this forest. It's swirling in circles like that of a hurricane but it's much too early for such a thing. The forest is leaning in to prepare for the worst. Human's tend to run indoors to watch the storm from a window or an app. I can't control what plays out inside this collection of trees. I am only a poet in a forest.
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