Warrior of Moss and Fir
Don’t you see,
A battle rages
Away above the grasses
The mighty trees throw spears of air
And bend to dodge the blades
Or cones where thrown by lordly pines
As cut by edges hewn like hands;
These lush and greening splays
Appendages of bows
The warriors, donned of moss and fir
Copyright © Misty Hunter | Year Posted 2009
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