The Forest’s Fear
Drops of light encased in dew,
glistened in the faintest dawn,
where darkness had engulfed the wild
newborn rays of sunlight shone.
All was quiet save the breeze,
who softly spoke to waking trees,
that morn had come,
and night had run,
to distant lands and mountains higher,
no more with wind could it conspire
to bend and break and vengeance take
through night's darkest hours.
Gentle rays of morning light,
found passage through the forest deep,
mossy robes of primal green,
cloaked ancient timbers in their sleep.
Veils of mist, from branches kissed, by sunshine
rose to greet the dawn,
the light of day
in its own way
had come again
to soothe and calm
…the forest’s fear of darkness.