Jade Mist

Jade mist dances with tendrils smokey and torn,
Clinging to grit-strewn, sandstone curves;
Hips and hearts, carved by a pewter tide.
On land, the sanguine mists entwine gnarly limbs, heavy with moss and lichen,
As ancient mycological sages weave their intricate wisdom, like weft, into the forest floor.

Jade mist dances with tendrils smokey and torn,
Clinging to grit-strewn, sandstone curves;
Hips and hearts, carved by a pewter tide.
On land, the sanguine mists entwine gnarly limbs, heavy with moss and lichen,
As ancient mycological sages weave their intricate wisdom, like weft, into the forest floor.
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