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The Dawn Redwood (The Old Gnarly Tree)
In the reddening dawn
The tree stood still
And silent
Old, withered, and gnarly
It still had dreams
Of it's earlier existence
Of days long lost
In the land
Of dragons, and faery folk
And shenanigans
Wild parties
Where fantasies
Became a strange reality
Where Oberon, and Titania
Ruled supreme
Like clotted cream
In a surreal dream
Hidden betwixt
A meandering smokescreen
As wild dreams smouldered in
On mystical mists
The Dawn Redwood
Lay hidden in the shadows
As it remained
In the land of mystrees
by Jemia
The tree stood still
And silent
Old, withered, and gnarly
It still had dreams
Of it's earlier existence
Of days long lost
In the land
Of dragons, and faery folk
And shenanigans
Wild parties
Where fantasies
Became a strange reality
Where Oberon, and Titania
Ruled supreme
Like clotted cream
In a surreal dream
Hidden betwixt
A meandering smokescreen
As wild dreams smouldered in
On mystical mists
The Dawn Redwood
Lay hidden in the shadows
As it remained
In the land of mystrees
by Jemia
Published 27th Nov 2022
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