The Woods    

 

 

I be like a forest,

My greens and browns -

My leaves and bark for cover,

But beneath the foliage,

Beneath the canopy

That sunlight flickers as you

Toe a track that’s scarred,

There is another universe;

A universe of stars.

 

 

Each leaf declares its own

Within a fractal,

Does not deny its roots,

Gains nourishment from all

That fall – foraged on

A shadowed floor

As natures course;

Revealing policies of truth.

 

 

            Many Giants come and

Go this way, yet never stray from

Paths so worn, never venture glades

So full of multitudes,

            Never have courage to explore.

 

 

Better stay on open ground

Before the woods my friend,

Forget the bracken thorns and thistle,

For break of escaping own

Reality of lies,

Might just,

            Give back,

                        Your life!

 

 

 

 

Michael J Waite 11^thJanuary 2010