On a quiet seashore when day meets night, “Cow Parsley” reaches, a silhouette so bright.
Ink on paper, black against the red, A dance of stems, where sun has fled.
Tall and proud, they stretch up high, Brushing strokes of a twilight sky.
The sunset’s reach, a retreating glow, Bestows a grace on the earth below.
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