Forest floor

Crispy leaves, now forsaken
Littering every where
Under no care
Swept hither and thither
By rustling wind,
Orphans as ever.

Tiny blades, miserly green
Daring to spout
At the mercy of
Leafy umbrella letting
Spikes of sun-beams in
As alms to orphans.

Rich damp smell
Thriving and wafting
Bullying the undergrowths
Reigning in semi-darkness
Bountiful to rodents
Not caring a hoot the sun.

Thanks God!
No human feet trading
No human lure gobbling
No sophistication creeping,
Left with sovereign
Of spooks and fairies.
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