Jul 2013
Are the trees free?
I see how they dance, lone in the forest, forced to sway by Nature's Magician;
A warrior tyrant known as Wind.
Do they move to the tidal breeze's rhythm, hypnotized and generalized?
Or do they move to their own indie music, spiritual and free?
The waterless storm tumbles violently inland, grumbling and growling and stepping on trees and sand.
The leaves silently rattle and slowly begin to speak, stories of gloom and whispers of deceit.
The roots pull and grip and handle the storm, much pain and withstanding until each one is broken and torn.
The bark, clinging to twigs like a heavy-set leash, a harmless dog shackled down like a vicious beast.
Through thunder and lightning strikes or the bright moonlight, the tall trees stand short, everyone of every sort.
Woken up and forced into sleeping by moody, indecisive seasons. Taken aback by the events of intangible attack. The trees are controlled by a lifeless form and forced to sit lifelessly in the land of the norm.
I see how they dance, lone in the forest, forced to sway by Nature's Magician;
A warrior tyrant known as Wind.
Do they move to the tidal breeze's rhythm, hypnotized and generalized?
Or do they move to their own indie music, spiritual and free?
The waterless storm tumbles violently inland, grumbling and growling and stepping on trees and sand.
The leaves silently rattle and slowly begin to speak, stories of gloom and whispers of deceit.
The roots pull and grip and handle the storm, much pain and withstanding until each one is broken and torn.
The bark, clinging to twigs like a heavy-set leash, a harmless dog shackled down like a vicious beast.
Through thunder and lightning strikes or the bright moonlight, the tall trees stand short, everyone of every sort.
Woken up and forced into sleeping by moody, indecisive seasons. Taken aback by the events of intangible attack. The trees are controlled by a lifeless form and forced to sit lifelessly in the land of the norm.
