Forest of Life

Enter in simply enough

On all fours lower than the brush

Darkness staccatoed by small green lights

Silence punctured by cryptic fauna frights

Cicadas scream over the crickets

Each sound grappling through the thickets

The wind moans through the branches

Creaking the arboreal arches’ haunches

Far off hum of unseen worlds

Pinecone falls from jump of squirrel

Lulls and crescendos in every direction

Racket, rhythms reach chaotic unison

Life is nights and days

But from rules often strays

Some nights dabbed with lights that delight and play

Some days littered with shadows that simmer and sway

To the looming trees under Sun’s rays

Provide darkness but also refreshing shade…

But our Forests are full of life

No matter when you look, dull or bright

We run and pray, hide and sing

Cut the trees and count each ring

See when times were full, or times were lean

Look up at massive, powerful beams

Saw storms rage in the spring

Life given, though wild, is a blessing.

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A poem that was included in Figments of Fire: Anthology of Select Poets 2025 which is an physical anthology for poets who reached the semi-finalist group in the 2025 Eber & Wein Publishing National Amateur Poetry Contest.

Published by Eber & Wein Publishing 

Published Aug 1, 2025

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