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                                                                                  The Forest

         It was the dead of night, there wasn't any noise through the forest like the quiet before the storm.  The wind whistled through the trees breaking the  conspiracy of silence.  The moon's reflection was bright on the lake, deep in the woods the darkness covered the forest.  You couldn't see your hand in front of your face, you would swear you were blind as a bat.  The creatures in the  forest wonder the darkness, on a wild goose chase looking for food because they were as hungry as a wolf.  The weak stay alert like a thief in the night, hoping  they'll see the morning light and live another day.  The ice-cold eyes of owls  scan the forest from above, watching every movement of things that go bump in  the night.  As the early morning sun rises the forest sees the first light of day, and the darkness fades away.  The freshly risen sun sends a warmth through the forest.
 
 
 
 
 

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