Trees 12/25/16

Brown bark stretches to no end
Far as Eye can see
Leaves have sprinkled ground below;
Reflecting canopy
Air, and light must angle 'round
Protruding acorn caps
As they sift through dusted trunks
In petrified relapse
Birds of wing and feather dine
As berries strain to burst
Hawks applaud with whoosh of air
As Fledgling kills his first
Chicken egg adult and child
Course of forest brought
Pulsing stream delays the tides
In mesmerizing thought
Secret light has come to pass
Encased in solemn gels;
The sap of hardened, timeless trees
For which the Earth compels
In aching limbs is wood's repose
A glimmer of a sight
The tones of black-run elegance
Embrace a human's night
And thus the tale of tempest ring
In birth in life in death
The trees will sing a song of sin

With final, heaving breath.

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