rustling within the tree
cascading needles to the ground
a soft sound as if sniffing
perhaps looking for the perfect seed
just one more before the cold settles in
to keep all fed and safe
rustling within the tree
cascading needles to the ground
an owl emerges, extending its wings
preparing for his nocturnal flight
it begins to search for prey
perfect stillness before delight
rustling within the tree
cascading needles to the ground
the breeze softly caresses skin
slowly goosebumps ripple onto the surface
sending a chill down the spine
strangely alerting you to its movements
rustling within the tree
cascading needles to the ground
with a soft sound as it lands in earth
a single pine cone
having freshly expelled its seed
coming to rest on the forest floor
rustling within the tree
cascading needles to the ground
as if dancing on each limb
freeing the needles to fall in beauty
the wind softly kisses each as they fall
softly whispers tease the ear
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