Chime held branches handling crystal rain drops
Jet black bark crawling with amber streaked creatures
My instinct of buzzing echoing through my fragile shell
The lively moss, the forest coral, crawling with much like
our own leaving slithers of iridescent colours highlighted by the suns stern,
glance
Among my path is the splash leaking the disperse of
colours
Twig like fingers over netting my shell triggering my
sense of fear
As we climb legs of woodland sprites we over look a view
of lush, green jungle
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