A sliced sun rises in the forest
exhumeing monsters from the dark
Skittering and flapping from their hiding places
The wind tousles the bed of leaves surrounding me
Blowing a cool kiss to make the suns warmth
Even more cozy
My uncertain feet unearth forgotten limbs
Allowing them a brief chance to reach skyward once more
The life and death of nature is visible, undeniable
Its bones and skin crack crisply beneath my feet
My feet disappear amongst them at times to remind me
That gone is not forgotten
The small green faces rising from their husks seem to shine
With the same gleam as the sunrise
All is not lost, not yet any way
The Mewriginal 
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