Dead Forest
Suddenly, you're in a forest
Surrounded by Firs and Pines
The bottom of the sky
Is the top of the trees
You hear barking and buzzing
Crows and growls and chirping
But the midday fog is thick
The sun only seems to lengthen shadows
And you can't see the dogs or the bees
The foxes or the birds
You feel your way through the mist
Until you can't feel anymore
The sun is beginning to set
You were feeling around that forest for hours
Snakes underneath your feet
A river of a stream had soaked your boots
You look up at the sky to see the time of day
The sun is setting over the barren hills
The orange glow of the sun reflects
The neon orange of safety vests and yellow of hard hats
You are barely taller than the big rubber tires
That destroyed centuries of nature's building
In only 8 hours
Now the sun has set
And you must return home
You proceed as you had come
The moon is full and high
Brightening the owl on the branch
The deer looking for a nice place to sleep
As the rodents squeak through your feet
You scurry to the foot of your bed
To pray for that forest dead
Surrounded by Firs and Pines
The bottom of the sky
Is the top of the trees
You hear barking and buzzing
Crows and growls and chirping
But the midday fog is thick
The sun only seems to lengthen shadows
And you can't see the dogs or the bees
The foxes or the birds
You feel your way through the mist
Until you can't feel anymore
The sun is beginning to set
You were feeling around that forest for hours
Snakes underneath your feet
A river of a stream had soaked your boots
You look up at the sky to see the time of day
The sun is setting over the barren hills
The orange glow of the sun reflects
The neon orange of safety vests and yellow of hard hats
You are barely taller than the big rubber tires
That destroyed centuries of nature's building
In only 8 hours
Now the sun has set
And you must return home
You proceed as you had come
The moon is full and high
Brightening the owl on the branch
The deer looking for a nice place to sleep
As the rodents squeak through your feet
You scurry to the foot of your bed
To pray for that forest dead
Comments
Post a Comment