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I once went on a trip
to millions-old hills
which rose from under the sea
like hundreds of coconuts bobbing on the waves
But what awed me in fact
was the journey through the trees
under the canopy
where the vehicle we rode rolled onwards
The forest I saw covering the road
with sun filtering down
on brown earth
forest so young
like soldiers standing ground
here to here to there to there
measured distance even to untrained eyes
joy I felt
disconcerting to see
a forest comedy and travesty

--andoy