A #forest is a #poem
in a language of life, of action.
Symbiotic swell into echoing song.
Bright catalytic light, dark layers of still
nurturing long decay, fragrant rhythms
tune to animal play and parry,
seeds join in emergent glee, new forms
for old, set in sound and fury.
Forest
the word itself carries intrigue, tales
of magic and remorse,
of maidens hiding from horrific beasts and
handsome knights sworn to fealty.
Sweet sprites, winsome serpents and ravens
whisper oracular spells to trap or free.
A mere parade of words may create no sap,
no clinging moss, no berries enticing birds
to build for a future family.
Yet a forest is most certainly
a poem.