forests
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Children already grown
Kisses already forgotten
Plants already flowered
Flowers already burgeoned
lest we orbit
Weyekin's bode
amidst the fire
of our obsessions,
recherche ciphers
within wet ashes,
charcoal forests'
Her white Silhouette,Weaves through weeping, tangled trees,Of this once thrivingMarshland, as her screeching wails,Bear this man's, looming death
"The darkness of a shadow
The trickle of a stream
The sweet grass in a meadow]
As light cuts through the trees
The little barn owl swoops low
As a mouse rustles the leaves
Green and red and blue eyes wild,
Darkness and light and spinning breezes,
The laughter of a fairy child,
And the words of the toy the child squeezes.
The fae dance and twirl among the trees,
Golden air of mountain,The Trees glow with the sunset light,They sing their own goodnights. Though not a last goodbye,From stream to mountain they sign on high,In air, their children fly. And the moon’s sweet whiteness,Will struggle with the sunse
We fall like the leaves of Autumn,
helplessly to the floor.
We follow the wind,
looking for a better core.
We let the wind guide us
to see what's in store.
Yet we act like we know what we're doing,
Wild yet wonderful creatures that sore in the night
Wise eyes set on prey, white feathers shining bright
Wisdom Wings knows no fear
The world is pitched black, but she can see wonderfully clear
I've known forests:
I've known forests vast as oceans and taller than mountains.
My sould has grown roots like the forest's.
I saw the dark snakes of trunks and long limbs of roots.
Before words,
Poetry was what I saw,
Outside my window.
Swallows swooping from,
Spittle-caked nests.
Bobcats bounding among,
