Forestial Secrets
Forestial activity comes alive in the late Spring
when the perennial bell tolls in a melodic ring,
as the trees give birth to their leaves that swell
to cover up their secrets so not to tell,
or for passers-by, a shield to cover up their actions,
so not to reveal their eccentric passions.
Maybe there’s a meeting of the minds in a symposium
of the eager forest nymphs shaded from the sun,
planning their activities behind the copious leaves,
their secret rituals or anything else they please.
Maybe there are headless horsemen running riot,
and the bustling of the epicenter grows quiet,
and the dead rise up from their musty tombs
to take whomever back to their infernal rooms..
Maybe there’s a new world rising up from the dark
with a new sun that radiates from a beating heart,
or a world with no sun to ever come out again
and stay in its secret hideaway until the very end.
I wonder as I drive past that mysterious forest,
at what lies behind those leaves as I travel west.
Could I be in the Twilight Zone?
Are those forest nymphs free to roam?
Will the evil spirits come to get me?
Or is it just my imagination running free?
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