The woods ...
... where the snowstorm blows
......where the rain is sudden
...........where the trees have arms that span in and ****** at life
..............where the mists sprinkle and move
...................where the owl sat as a watchman as we settled beneath the stars
........................where the breeze mumbles tribal mantras
.............................where the greenery conceals a huge number of sins
................................where the animals be-companion solitary **** Sapiens
...............where the way twists up and into and over and liberates the lost
I've seen the woods…
… ..and I sit alone
… .… and the quiet is all
… and the ears hear just the leaves falling
… and the morning light comes in streams
… ..and the undergrowth scents of ages past
… ..and the creek sings a despairing song
… and the hawk leaves a shadow upon our tangled dreams
… .… and the growths pay respect to the cycle of life
… and blooms come into bud
… ..and I've felt every one of its favors… and felt its rot
I am the backwoods…
… .it inhales underneath my skin – whispering breeze
… .… it races through my veins – prospering waterway
… .… it houses the owl – isolated home
… ..it whispers to the towns – lost heritage
… ..… it develops contorted roots from the dirt of my yearning - verdant rot
… ..it discovers life inside my folds – rising sapling
… it spreads an overhang over my casing – memory's shadow
… .it mumbles to the hearkening ear – achieving bark
… I've felt the excursion inside its ignored heart … it offers elegance to the lost
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 7:29 AM UTC
The woods ...
... where the snowstorm blows
......where the rain is sudden
...........where the trees have arms that span in and ****** at life
..............where the mists sprinkle and move
...................where the owl sat as a watchman as we settled beneath the stars
........................where the breeze mumbles tribal mantras
.............................where the greenery conceals a huge number of sins
................................where the animals be-companion solitary **** Sapiens
...............where the way twists up and into and over and liberates the lost
I've seen the woods…
… ..and I sit alone
… .… and the quiet is all
… and the ears hear just the leaves falling
… and the morning light comes in streams
… ..and the undergrowth scents of ages past
… ..and the creek sings a despairing song
… and the hawk leaves a shadow upon our tangled dreams
… .… and the growths pay respect to the cycle of life
… and blooms come into bud
… ..and I've felt every one of its favors… and felt its rot
I am the backwoods…
… .it inhales underneath my skin – whispering breeze
… .… it races through my veins – prospering waterway
… .… it houses the owl – isolated home
… ..it whispers to the towns – lost heritage
… ..… it develops contorted roots from the dirt of my yearning - verdant rot
… ..it discovers life inside my folds – rising sapling
… it spreads an overhang over my casing – memory's shadow
… .it mumbles to the hearkening ear – achieving bark
… I've felt the excursion inside its ignored heart … it offers elegance to the lost
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