woodsong

deep into the forest gone ragged dusk til gentle dawn up the hills through gravel roads past the point of no return dappled light on forest floor tangled brambles yearn for more covered by the canopy critters forage honestly as the sun sets through the trees birdsong waning quiet peace burning heat to milky glow some to rest while others crow in the dark the frogs they sing utterings and caroling as the moon rose silvery casting shadows blue the leaves moonglow on the water shone tranquil in the depths alone splashes in the quiet haze something underwater plays in the woods a symphony vibrant as the world can be in the city dead inside rotting as its people cry