Forest Cathedral
For a few days out of the year
Forests are no longer simple forests
They turn into a massive cathedral
With pillars reaching up to Heaven
Ceilings made of the purest gold
With just enough light showing through
To make even the air look like it was on fire
Choirs of birds and animals raise their voices
Singing hymns, man could never write
The aisle leading up to the altar
It has its own music, spirit, and soul
A babbling brook with gentle waterfalls
The perfect music behind the hymns of the forest
Hopefully, man will never be able to enter that church
This cathedral could never survive
Maybe it would become a high-rise hotel
Or perhaps a simple parking lot
And Nature’s beauty would be gone forever
© Poem – XXI/XI/MMXXV
LRET
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