the woods, cool and dark,
cloaked the indiana humidity.
green leaves of a young summer sit motionless –
the days sunlight dares not trespass.
all the while, the native birds sing a song –
one of search and one out for love.
look above and two small hawks lingers in perch
one seeks its prey, as the other tends her nest.
the mouse on the cooled moist dirt of the ground
burrows itself in the pile of leaves,
inside the years of untouched earth.
the sounds of the creek water slowly babbled by, washing the rock in its bed
the woods, cool and dark,
cloaked the concrete jungles of marble and glass
inside the realm of the woods, silence tells a story
a peace that has been long forgotten – a throne to an earth that once was
the woods, cool and dark,
cloaked the indiana humidity.
green leaves of a young summer sit motionless –
the days sunlight dares not trespass
c 2014 bgw
