They could be callussed hands, gnarled fingers
Or scary twisted branches, outstretched reaching
Forever seeking a slender scrap of filtered light
On which the tall trees of the forest, surrounding,
Feast and...blindly take for granted.
They could be callussed hands, gnarled fingers
Or scary twisted branches, outstretched reaching
Forever seeking a slender scrap of filtered light
On which the tall trees of the forest, surrounding,
Feast and...blindly take for granted.