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Burnt Cabin Forest

Updated on March 22, 2013

Birds and bees sing in the trees

Monarchs burst out of cocoons

The trees come to life to whisper their gossip

Of the storm that bound them in ruins

The animals shake as they stretch from their wake

Listening to droplets slip from leaves

Caught in the eyes of the trees of the forest

The morning sun rising before us

Moist, crystal clean air

Leaves the paths bare

Twisting around the trunks

Shades, green and brown

Blend natures sounds

Stemming from the echoes of abyss

Magical colors of genetics

Leading down the roots of their genus

Follies in the hills of the far away tillers

Not of compassion was the torch

Little, poor man

Fog-dampened well

Mystified and quilted in camo.

Nice hidden fellow

Tired from your wollow

Sleeping soundly deep in a hollow

© 2013 Brandon Jared Martin


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      Elias Zanetti 4 years ago from Athens, Greece

      Nice poem! And an amazing photo! Voted up & Beautiful!