Sleeping In The Forest

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*Yes.*  
*It was*  
*an embrace*  
*I felt when I ventured*  
*into the embryo.*  
*    
*Of*  
*when*  
*I crouched*  
*and peered, and was*    
*the memory of*  
*  
*A*  
*faintly*  
*familiar feel*  
*of freedom, that I had*  
*merely saved*  
*  
*And*  
*let slip,*  
*till I was with*  
*the earth while she had*  
*softly whispered*  
*  
*The*    
*first lesson*  
*she ever taught me,*  
*of the worlds in raindrops*  
*and night wings.*  
*  
*It*  
*had not*  
*yet dawned on*  
*the treetops or in my mind,*    
*when a shower*  
*  
*Of*  
*stars*    
*suddenly erupted*    
*in a perfect silence, while*  
*the light of each*  
*  
*Ice*  
*firebrand*    
*quickly flickered*    
*between the pine needles,*    
*and raced across*  
*  
*The*  
*warm*  
*living soil*  
*being turned,*    
*that cradled me with*    
*its lullaby, before dying out.*  
*To sleep & sail by the reckoning*  
*of the North Star.*  
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Written in the poetic form known as Concrete, which structures the poem with the words/lines to suggest the silhouettes of living and/or inanimate objects. In this case: Fir trees.