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The Unseen Conductor

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The woods are vast, deep, and dark.

The wind blows hurriedly through the trees.

The branches respond with crackling bark -

in communion with the breeze.


The rocks are scattered upon the hills.

The mosses display their neon green.

The fallen leaves of arbors fill-

a hidden glen few have seen.


An Unseen Conductor (but not unheard)

connects each bridge to chorus.

And through the forest, the sacred words,

compose the song before us.



 
 
 

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Christopher is a writer, poet, artist, composer, and history buff with a penchant for tomfoolery.

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