The Wilderness

And we measure the action of the animal by various sticks.. And trees change over time, growing tall exerting their force in a time all it's own Branches snap and fall and become sagging, soggy moist fodder for microcosmic universes, and the maple burns itself away Come to their demise decompose and become the forest floor debris Now which magnificent 'birds of prey' soar over and swoop down into, to clutch their prey Wings thrumming like a heart beat 'lub-dub' as their talons send the tree debris flying stirring motes of dust that scintillate in random sunbeams that illuminate grey shafts of sunlight in bar-codes across the forest... Dry silence is broken by the sound of a soul when it's over stricken with awe And in the wilderness, beast tear apart their prey leaving only bits of evidence of their existence And time means nothing to to this terrestrial drama.