A wood of Firs,
Conifers,
and a light rain,
Written with the symbols of the bark,
like humps of m's,
and a cracking alphabet,
a story sticky with sap,
flowing slower-
The metabolism of the Evergreen,
is the Clock of this Wood,
derived from living,
It's hands are Needles,
real,
and rooted.
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