Before the flood
Red maple trees stood majestic
Sweeping skies with wispy limbs
Bent on tickling castaway clouds
While chickadees played in the boughs
Lulled by waters weeping, seeping
The forest surrendered to the marsh
Stumps decayed, withered and weary
Forsaken but fastened still
Written for dVerse where Bjorn has asked us to write a quadrille of exactly 44 words. Fun stuff.
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