Ballad of the Forest

Daily Prompt: Forest

Canopies that hide songs,

Carpets that pervade miles,

Barks that crunch footsteps,

And roars that split asunder,

Cracks in the prism,

Flame-quenched oceans,

Parched nomads,

And withered terrains.

Forests of the wild,

A Schrodinger’s cat,

Alive yet dead.

Miles across,

With glittering ensemble,

And swirling smoke,

Tiles that crunch footsteps,

And breaths that steal life.

Cracks in the prism,

Icy gusts that seep in cold,

Parched throats,

And wrinkled souls.

Forests of cement,

A Pandora’s box,

Brewing troubles with hope.

Forests close,

Forests far,

Forests Wild and docile,

Stay, don’t wander,

Be life for the other,

An eye for an eye,

Might make the whole world blind,

Yet a hand held in another,

Might help cross the road

So be that hand, be that bridge

Be the forest that stays.