Midnight sky blue
deep forest green
brown
the colour of the ground
I stand there
still
and eventually
you will come
out of hiding.
Like the ants,
working hard,
Like the Fox after
the mouse,
Like the soft undergrowth
slowly
coming
to
life
I take it in
and say
Do not let humanity
harm you
they will strip you,
cut you up,
and use You for their
own good,
But in the end,
the
wild
always
wins.
For man came from
dust,
and to
dust
they will return.
YOU ARE READING
Burn out brighter
PoesiaA book with lots and lots of poetry that I wrote because it meant a lot to me.
