Entities of Forests - (Lies)

Symmetry is a liar;
for from licking flames of fire,
to reaching tendrils of mist-
it simply doesn't exist.
true perfection comes from elsewhere,
than mirrors in the dust,
old forests are beauty's lair,
stones reclaimed by lichen and rust.
The voice of it can be heard
in the cawing of a bird,
spicy scent of eucalupts,
caught in a raindrop as it drips.