Can't See the Trees for the Forest
"Can't See the Trees for the Forest" In the forest of my mind Stands the trees of thought, Straight and true They rise to the sky, Covering my feelings With a canopy of green, Of life, Of cycles, Of death. But the winds of change blow Bending the boughs and Snapping the branches, Showering the ground, Covering my path, Dry, chitinous sounds underfoot, Of fear, Of sadness, Of tears. Carol H.
