Green becomes gold in filtered light

Sunbeams and shadows jostle for space

Restless leaves toss and turn

As the insomniac breeze wanders through and through

Last call for the birds

Returning to home and roost with sleepy twitters

While night-shift workers emerge from nests and burrows

Ready to start their day

Gold fades to black

But the forest never rests

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