Jan. 8th, 2014

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
 deep in the forest withies climb each tree

birds cry our presence we are monsters here

beneath our feet the little creatures flee

 

in each small clearing there's not much to see

the light of morning seems harsh and austere

deep in the forest withies climb each tree

 

wild pines in the high branches in the lee

of the bright breezes which bring so much cheer

beneath our feet the little creatures flee

 

much further in avoiding the decree

of the hard fate that they all seem to fear

deep in the forest withies climb each tree

 

commensal vision where we might agree

on how life comes both to survive and share

beneath our feet the little creatures flee

 

while we explain how these things come to be

in dappled light within this pleasant air

deep in the forest withies climb each tree

beneath our feet the little creatures flee

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