Oh the trees, look at them produce the shade.
That is the world's way of showing you love.
As they begin to feed you and you do them,
also sheltering fireflies 'till dusk.
For they are resting to shine their bright lights.
They begin to change along with your moods.
The clouds begin to swallow all the trees,
vanishing from Earth like never before.
Slowly beginning to appear through
like they own the entire world around.
But somewhere deep in the old-growth forest,
There's a woman swiftly moving throughout
shadows that seem to never, ever end.
Her now mossy dress, a drab olive green;
her hair, festered with feathers and soil
yet is glorious and bright like calcite.
Her complexion isa star twinkling.
She occupies a natural hotel;
renovating the area to her
liking, as she is the only one near.
She begins to run about the swift trees
aimlessly as you reach out to touch her,
only to find out they you can't lay a
hand on her for she is untouchable
just as her private hotel is unseen.
You wander without any direction
and you stumble upon a soft rose bed.
The ironic thing is that it's a bed
of roses that look untouched but clearly
were to have helped this obscure women sleep.
