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As the sun slowly begins to warm the ancient forest, life begins to stir leisurely, warming in the sun’s gentle embrace. Dappled sunlight glimmers on lush emerald foliage and deep russet-brown tree limbs, creating darkly flickering shadows. Gradually, the scent that once smelled of cold, frozen earth becomes a lush bouquet of the scent of flowers peeking out from their delicate petals, greeting the warmth of the sun; and of a heady aroma of freshly turned earth as it slowly loosens under the gaze of the sun. As the earth begins to wake from its nightly slumber, so to does the myriad of life within it. First the birds greet the dawn with their songs of welcome, twittering in anticipation for a new day. Then, unhurriedly, the many other denizens of the forest began to stir as the sun’s heat wakes them from their slumber. A herd of deer amble quietly through, searching for nourishment in the early hours after dawn, the clattering sound of their cloven hooves striking stones contrasting to the soft rustle of moss as it was trod upon. As they pass under the shelter of the massive trees that make their home, the broken sunlight dances over golden tan hides, reflecting the sun’s light in brilliant bronze hues. Then, as the herd slowly marches away, the silent reverberation of their steps fade, only to be replaced by the faint swish of paws gliding over moss and lichen, and the mottled auburn highlights traded in for glowing silver reflections; silent shadows of liquid power . The metallic sheen, soft as moonlight, bounces over the tranquil surface of a nearby pond as the wolf, her cold, steady gaze above even those of the deer that passed through not long ago; kneels down to lap the nourishing water, her devoted sons beside her. The refreshing coolness of the liquid—and its watery tang— refreshes the wolves, and they emerge from their revitalizing drink only to silently slip away, just as inaudibly as they had come; the whisper of their vanishing footsteps harmonizing with the swish of the mother wolf’s twin tails as they brush past the dense undergrowth to disappear into the dark obscurity of the shadows.

The second poem needs puntuation. I thought that the breaks and lines were a little awkward, but that just have been the lack of puntuation...It's got some potential, just think about how you want it to flow and you've got it.

Yeah, I didn't have to do that. Horray for Humanities!