Like hidden eyes of the shadows beneath trees in deep canopies  Frequent light cloud bursts with shadows gaining ground for their sight Yet sun peaks forth through damp tree tops, the eyes petrified, calcified, and bright You are the eyes, the cloud burst, the shadows, shadowy eyes, everything included with these deep changing trees. 

This poem is about: 
My community


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