The Mother In the Woods

Staring at all the shadows of the west putting all the rays of sun at test stand the ugly face of the wood giving the best place under its hood free from the worldly lives and vibes the only one who eternally survives the greenery signals with refreshing sight welcoming the birdie tired from the flight the gloom when blooms the florets smile pleasant aura the bees sniff from a mile pulling off the sweetest nectar of life supply with the living fuel for the night the chirping angel youngsters of the bird every morning sounds louder for its call for every gulp of food from the mothers hood in the skeleton of the mighty wood every creepy night passes with the thrill of the the enemies flying from that hill silent and discreet the life is not at ease survival instincts gives the life the heat crawling in the earth there comes a nerd stares at the sky never sees the bird bird is always scared not the woods are safe fear grows within even time seems like cage breathing the fresh air bestowed by the wood survives his breath without which he never could still in his mind the evil laughs the ugly laughter should have been warm his heart has thorns of cactus back from his pack he brings out a wedge in the stony platform rubs and sharpens its edge with no heart no regret he chops off the trunk every hit stronger cries dying and eyes get shrunk the ugly human face kills off his own soul more ugly is the fate he knows his life toll selfish is the world yet the woods always stood that mother's love the child never understood