on a log I sit
tree fallen trunk split
once standing the tallest
before free falling in the forest
to the ground
made a sound as it hits
now soft wood rotting
life sprouting often
termites hollowing
sprawling spiders swallowing
the creepy crawlers crawling
bear claw tearing at the bark mauling
dark I sit solemn
here in the forest, thought sparking
loud, I hear the birds calling
words simply falling off my lips
dogs barking
I continue marking
near the city park I hear cars parking
I watch an ant embarking on her journey
I draw my knife sharpened
begin carving
I notice a squirrel starving
softly, I call but he scurrires away chirping
snake lurking
stream flowing towards the lake slurping
weary on the log I sit
my wrist begins hurting
I keep my pen turning
mind churning
thoughts storming
words forming
student of the forest learning
sun beams burning
a frog hops into the puddle burping
quick, make a subtle wish
on the log I sit conforming to nature
patient, I lift my pen concerning
as beauty dissapates into the fog
I sneeze, steam in the breeze
I hate the city smog
human beings
hog machines spilling oil into the stream
killing things
waste mutating multiple animal breeds
crushing the dream
corrupting the green
deducting the scene
on the log I sit mourning for the forest as it bleeds
clearly guilty of my greedy deeds
mother earth forgive me please
