(Her) Woodland Trust

 
When sheltered in reclusive darkened hall
it is easy to rub sandpaper against the grain
Standing solid like roman columns tall
solid as ash surrounds potential gain
 
A Woodland trust to be certain
stretching for miles on end
expansive and extensive planting
and protection towards a friend
  
Thick with innuendos within the forest deep
cracked crystal balls and readings
no longer roll off lips still bleeding
a pine perhaps in pleading
from a Preservation in sleep
  
wants and needs spin desires of freedom
while oaken fences remain in place
and if I didn't love the trees so much
I'd be burning down every space
of longer before I got here - growth
  
I lament with visitor's view
and espy all forms of the hidden
digging up where trees once grew
to discover the truths within.