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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!

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