Running through this endless green
Forest made of trees and trails
I have my eyes wide-open-keen
Spirits of the totems engraved
On cedar wood or stones that lay
Near the creeks where salmon thrive
And bear cubs run and fight and play
The sun illuminates divine
The roots of this dynamic land
Knit by events in history
Serene by day, they tend to expand
While nights bring horror and mystery
To the passive ones, all extravagant
Creatures that wander off too deep
Then of that dark, realize entrapment
In the forest hierarchy's gigantic teeth.
~DarcyEvergreen
Sun-shine x Dark-night trope?
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