‘Realm of shade’

Into the forest glen the sunlight drifts;
those determined rays go creeping. 
Between branches of twisted saplings;
yearning, struggling, and weeping. 

The canopy above is sparkling mesh;
tall trees ration their filtered light.
Like wood soldiers aligned in a row.
Standing guard in a hall of knights.

Only the strongest seedling succeeds;
reaching above the woodland floor.
A natural process weeds-out the weak.
The fittest thrives, producing more.

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About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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