Sawdust - with Everavalon

In my mind's lagoon of silent trees unfolding
symphony bassoon with voices of woodwinds
In sequences of the soul in sawdust meditating
harmony's grace in poetic ovations reflecting
nature in classical whispers of silent trees

My soul is a harp tuned to credence
A harmony that drenches the cinch of my skin
Velveteen intimation pales the airwaves
with a glint of tension
and taints the depth of these trees