The Forests Are My Bones

Flesh is land I may say; seas are blood-floods; forests are bones; Physic and spirit of nature, has zones of sand and stones: Bones support the body to stand, bend, slide, glide, walk and run, With no bones, can simple body have, in life, any fun...? Bones safeguard my inner organs; forests do this to land? For fertile soil and flood-free streams, forests give helping-hand; Bones care for my blood cells; make platelets; spring marrows within; Tackling the breeze that go wild, forests bring oxygen in; Who does store and release fat but bones? So do wild forests; Vaporizing toxins of decays, gives earth timely rests; Storing within rich minerals, forest seem very calm, As men and women with talents lot, are quiet and charm...! In whatsoever way I look at, forest is blessing, Bone of this earth, which itself is heaven, is caressing; As ligaments and cartilage, is my mind-body link, And so is forest, from whom I, to write these, get my ink...! 13 August 2022