Of Woodland 1
Light drifts mysterious storiesThrough the fresh wood
The gentle green glories
That are not understood
Unless you are sleeping
With your eyes open wide
As though you are peeping
At the colours inside
Up near the top
Outside light glares
Into the hall of the woodland kings
Silences shatter
Sudden bird shares
The free air on his wings
Ivy grabs, strangling tree bark
Smother up to the light
Crushing leaves into dark
Long ropes of theft dig
Deep through bark to find feed
Shining glossy thriving on greed
Young and new fight for place
Grow subtly to capture
Green-light space
Between trees fallen to ground
New growing
Life year goes around
Poetry by Adrian Wood
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Written on 2012-02-02 at 19:37
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