Beneath

She creaks, she creaks

above me

she creaks.

I lay hidden

from the world

on my belly.

Softened by handfuls of her tiny leaves

a bed, a bed to lay on.

Time and fallen leaves making a bed

for me to lay on.

Filtering through tiny leaves

light reaches my upturned face.

it finds me,

in

my

hiding.

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