the beauty of the forest
the magic of the leaves
the bole contains the sprite
that's where she lives
to guard her long lost soul
and the spirit of her heart
it's her art of a thousand years
of travesty to the trees
can she make the wood cutter
stop his meddling
stop his peddling
of her forest beauty
her duty erverlasting
they think they see her
they think they don't
yet they won't stop cutting
she is sad, she is mad
she blatently exposes spirit knowledge
shows herself to the cutters blade
he pulls back at the attack
and runs to tell the others
his brothers laugh and poke at him
made a silly joke of him
but he knew
he laid down his saw
and walked the trees in awe
forever more
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Author:
diamonddagger (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2013 15:01
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
Excellent Diamond i love nature
oh wouldn't it be wonderful if there were tree sprites that could change a persons heart and help them appreciate the beauty instead of destroying it to build another house, or make another tablet or roll of paper towels... we need our forests and our forest sprites! lovely piece of poetry!
Wonderful. Took me back to my childhood and the bautiful stories of the littli sprites tha lived in the woods. Loved it.
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