Forest Law

Deep blue sky in the birth of fall
Left a baby cry, let him shake and crawl
The preacher on high gave him drink and bread
Wasn't for the preacher man, the baby'd soon be dead
Built a stone house big enough for you
It soon becaught aflame, now it lies in ruin
Sanded monkey grinned and let your memory die
Just like the simple time the preacher lift on high

Three's a magic number, but it only brings you grief
I broke it on a doorstep, slept upon the swollen reef
The broken hearted sea parted into three rows
Where the three were said to be is said that no one knows
The bird may be a singer, but its voice is hoarse with truth
A lucky seven brought to heaven coughs unlucky booth
A lump of coal may have no soul, but diamonds are in love
I'd hate to see you in the bayou looking down above

Winged beasts upon a perch can speak without a word
Echos true and without human thoughts cannot be heard
Feathers fading red to brown can absorb ground and not
Bird becomes the tree (his home) and thus is not forgot



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-10-10 at 08:59

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