The Woods Died Yesterday
Once captured were my dreams of life,
A capsulization of "Realizations"
That solemn time when trees were gifts
And cement reasoning made no sense
When every forest had the right
To expand limitless, fruits abounding
Carefree means of fertile passings
Never lost with purity's blessings.
The forests lived with secret meanings
Patterned after Great Supremes
Few the beast that hurt its being
Except one cruel uncaring form
tramped the pattern, voided norms
concrete meanings made no sense
the woods they passed on nevertheless
and left its charges yet unblessed.
Can say that forests once were home
When asphalt games were tired forms
And cries of automaton's gloom
Made freedom beckon from the trees
Created states of pure release
Where children once could joyful play
Before the woods died