The Forest Accross Our Home in Melody Drive

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One could barely see the tree trunks
Like a blanket that covers the night sky even
The smallest light cannot pass through it
Freezing wind made the fallen leaves scatter
The air suddenly felt stuffy and cold that the
hair on one’s skin stands up and
make him hear his shivers
One could listen to the hungry cries of wild dogs
Are they untamed and feral canine?
Or the spirits that did not see the light
There then lies a wooden sign over
A brittle oak tree filled with bracket fungus
Inked with paint that is disappearing with time
It displayed the secret that the forest once hold
“Greenhills Memorial Gardens est. 1743”.

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