The Woods Live On

A different perspective on the relationship between Nature and Humans.

You find a place to calmly lay,

To rest your souls after you play,

To gaze upon the ending day.

Here, you stop to sit.

Atop the grass, beneath a tree

In a place which your mind is free

All around, all you can see

Are the woods that ease your spirit.

You pluck the fruit from a hanging limb.

Sink your teeth into its fair skin

And feel its power deep within,

As the seed nestles in your pit.

Leaves fall as the trees begin to weep.

The sound of wind lulls you to sleep.

Peace disappears as you delve deep.

Fear now controls it.

The trees gather and surround,

Their roots twist up while their boughs bend down.

They drive your hopes into the ground.

As you're gathered in their grip.

You lose your voice and then your sight,

Immobilized by overwhelming fright

As the branches squeeze you far too tight

And your life begins to slip.

The trees release you as still you lie

Till you reach your arms toward the sky

And open your mouth for a final cry.

No sound escapes your lips.

You feel only sun and air.

The breeze rustles your changing hair.

Years go by without a care.

For you no longer live.

The humans come, the trees die,

And so the woods must grow.

They spread and live, but how they thrive,

The humans shall never know.

Reviews

[Maggie]

Well damn. That escalated quickly. It was so pretty, then it just got so dark. Eek!