Trees
Pineneedles cleaning desperately to evergreen trees, poking mindless soulsand hope of finding light.
White raindrops fill the silence, while snaps are pictures fill the empty bay faster than a nights storm.
Remove all the trees and there's nothing left for the forest to live for...
A stong sense of hope filled the midnight desires in the nearby wolfs.
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