Ground the softly dark

Tread he makes in grooves of grey

Hush the night and rain


It falls like dewdrops

Large, forboding creatures fight

Through thick air at night


Green tresses of branch

And leaf and twig makes black

the swallows' hiding


He blows the raindrops

Off the branches and fashions

A seat on a spot


Of clear spectrum light

The grey sky parts for him and

Out steps through the sun

The End

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