Wednesday, August 11, 2010

POEM: The Best of Forests are Built at Night

The best of the forests are built at night
When spiders are spinning their web-like songs
And the lumberjack angels in delight
Kiss the fallen trees to heal their wrongs

When the wind is your friend and your enemy
And the moon peers at you with a wink or two
Like a tiger eye from the bars at the zoo
As the forest lights dance in the dew.