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.
