Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Under The Forest Canopy

by T F Parinello © 2006

Under the forest canopy I find all forms of life

Many different colors spots and stripes
Hopping crawling and slithering through
The decaying bed and the morning dew
Cool dark and moist at night
Lighter by day with filtered sunlight
What a place that leaves me in awe
Feeling out of place in this metaphor
Outside of the forest the machine it turns
Spewing out pollution from garbage it burns
People gad about like the ants beneath my feet
Going nowhere with the appointments they keep
Milling about never ever noticing
The trees abound with natures offering
More caught up in the metal and plastic
Forgetting that life itself is fantastic
Here in the forest is where I want to be
Just living and seeing and just being me
I really don't belong out there you see
That is why I stay under the forest canopy

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