Posted by: Ron DuBour | June 1, 2015

Forest Green~by Norman Wilson



Forest Green

The pines plume towards the heavens avail
As the weeping willow leaves scuttle on air
While oak trees billow out like puffing smoke
Under a dawning sun`s golden morning flare

The river-streams run blue to the wetted dew
Wetted before the cock-crow of the sunup mist
As I stroll like a ghost to the surrounding blue
Where the forest sparkles below the sun`s kiss

I see birds high above in song and tweet of me
As echoes fallow in fields of flourishing green
While crows caw in cackles flaunting with voice
By flowering thistle weeds in a painted scene

Now I venture to the doorstep of the forest
Gazing back into a beautiful sea of green trees
Where the river runs bluer than skies above
Just to see a sunset peak beneath the leaves

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