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HOME OF THE SWARM
The darkened hollow
silently beckoned,
a wooded shelter
from the storm,
the ground was hard,
there was a buzzing,
at last he'd found the
Home of the Swarm.
It was by chance
he’d changed direction,
that night the stars
glistened so bright,
when he heard a
soft murmur tell,
at each fork to
go to the right.
It was in the morning
as the sun was waking,
he saw the branches
rising up so high,
above all the other
trees in the forest,
to touch the clouds
as they floated by.
Morganpoet
silently beckoned,
a wooded shelter
from the storm,
the ground was hard,
there was a buzzing,
at last he'd found the
Home of the Swarm.
It was by chance
he’d changed direction,
that night the stars
glistened so bright,
when he heard a
soft murmur tell,
at each fork to
go to the right.
It was in the morning
as the sun was waking,
he saw the branches
rising up so high,
above all the other
trees in the forest,
to touch the clouds
as they floated by.
Morganpoet
Published 29th Mar 2020
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