The Indoor Forest

The trees outside mock their fallen,
who lie together, bound and stitched

and stained with ink.

 

The forest is silent but for mild interruptions;

Footsteps shuffle, leaves rustle.

This pen scratches at this blank sheet.

 

The forest becomes a supermarket;

Patrons browse the aisles of multiple versions of the same,

packed together like cereal boxes on their shelves.

 

Segments of the ceiling
make way for light to shine through
and guide the way for potential customers.

 

The trees outside weep for their fallen,

who serve a greater purpose �" to inform, to educate, and to entertain �"

that one day they may hope to fulfil.

Author's Note

Didn't get it? OK, fine, it's a library! It probably (like everything else I've got) could do with a helluva lot more work on it, but... discuss?