We are the wood
And we stand as one
While outside, the world unfolds
Mother Earth is ever-shifting
Her children have grown feet
And we look on
As they warily step closer
Hush, children
Quiet now
Man treads between our trunks
Wide-eyed, he stares
Up through our branches
Shafts of daylight glow
Through dappled shadows
From the springs
He takes water
In a silver chalice
Of shining light
But he changes
When night falls
And the howling
Chills him to the bone
He has magicks
And strikes the stones together
A quick spark
And a flame
Furious winds beat
At the strange scarlet water
That climbs higher
Charring our skin
We stand helpless
Sweating sap
As the frantic, blistering heat
Bears down upon us
Tearing us away
And when the rains come
The blaze gives in
And dies away
Leaving nothing but ashes
But Man left his magicks
We are the whispering wood
Standing solemn and silent
Watching
As a single sprout
Peeks through the soil
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
We are the wood
And we stand as one
While outside, the world unfolds
Mother Earth is ever-shifting
Her children have grown feet
And we look on
As they warily step closer
Hush, children
Quiet now
Man treads between our trunks
Wide-eyed, he stares
Up through our branches
Shafts of daylight glow
Through dappled shadows
From the springs
He takes water
In a silver chalice
Of shining light
But he changes
When night falls
And the howling
Chills him to the bone
He has magicks
And strikes the stones together
A quick spark
And a flame
Furious winds beat
At the strange scarlet water
That climbs higher
Charring our skin
We stand helpless
Sweating sap
As the frantic, blistering heat
Bears down upon us
Tearing us away
And when the rains come
The blaze gives in
And dies away
Leaving nothing but ashes
But Man left his magicks
We are the whispering wood
Standing solemn and silent
Watching
As a single sprout
Peeks through the soil
