Woods and Trees

In late Spring when heros scream A source of sophistication from faint misery Inside the thwart hidden silence of the pivotal solace of my mind With mind blowing excursion toward the legally blind inside Woods in growing habitation & silence Woods in distant pathways derived from a slight bite in solace After a warm fire woods will then stand tall amidst uncertainty Is is where one could often sport for game Hunters in woods will drive you totally insane in brain In extreme situations the wood can be an untimely climatic disaster to fathom Woods In significant direct correlation through storms in danger arms wide opened Woods can create a swift barrier of thoughtful change, A romantic encounter by which the lover shall stray Is there any other mental nor mere philisophical way Nature lies dormant amidst its beckoning call With a swift viable pulse derived after the fall Transformed by silence of thought provoked listening elm & pine Created in enriched diplomacy from God by his great design God again speaks through me from the sound of a wolf intact He completes his journey through stregnth by which to resist Woods We scenic scope in vast briars taunt In vegetation swine with sukken asps which haunt Vanquished moss covered up in grey filtered steam An approaching visible light to follow a dream A captivated look into the woods Engulfed in moss green briars torn asunder Trees fallen in decorated colors In the dead of Winter leaves tumble to the ground With mice and men walking alone On a crooked path filled with rocks & twigs Such as a bushel filled with acorns & figs Within desolation there crys a fever pitch Trees in silence Trees in a ditch Silence in thought provoking beckoning call A combersom message that negates a stall With a figure of speech twisted in a dream turned nightmare Why should we even bother or for that matter really care Trees in a Bob Ross brightened country portrait sway feel Trees can define sullen wounds that sometime bind Make good use of your time within sullen asps which chime Throughout its darkened portal without having restraint Trees can exhibit a dire need to express With just a little love and a whole lot of tenderness Meditation through barbed wire fences filled up in tears Absorbed in concrete fenders filled in ellaborate decorum cheers Switching full gears from sullen tears to that of darkened fears.