old forest

old forest poem by steven james humphreys

within all the old forests with big tall trees

there is a spirit there you won’t feel in younger forests

if you are going to cut those ancient trees down

they know you are coming for them

they have their own way you don’t mess with

the trees talk

they have souls

a collective entity

is there running things

and, it knows who loves

and who doesn’t

you are not welcome there, if you don’t

the haters lose their way

never emerging

from the hidden forest graveyard

full of lost moss covered rotten bones.

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