The sun is bright
Through the trees
All is still, quiet
There is no breeze
The sun is fading
To the soft ground
The trees whisper softly
Making no sound
Their shadow stretching
Farther and farther
Softly reaching
Holding together
The tip almost touches
The last stepping stone
But then it is hidden
No longer on it's own
The sun is fading
Behind the earth
The long shadows are sleeping
Until tomorrows rebirth
Photo by LKBphoto
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