The dying light through the redwoods
burns an image of twisted appendages
they cool off their hands in the bath of the stars
the forest chews up the earth
spitting out half chewed leaves
if i can make it through it
i might be able to make it hope
without being swallowed by the monsters
that roam the canopy
I like the imagery in this poem, these lines are great, the forest chews up the earth
spitting out half chewed leaves’ Awesome!