forests
By Cadell S
muddy chipbark paths running laps around large rooty figs
Sandstone streams shadowed by suspension bridges
Dead leaves and broken branches from the world above
Wide-brimmed trunks shooting into the sky
With scars new and old, the language of our ancestors
As these giants slowly give homes to animals
Canopies sweep for hundreds of miles
Animals sleeping and climbing, scattered among the trees
Vines spinning and twisting all the way into the clouds
Big birds circling the sun looking for prey
swooping down from the sky at the speed of light
Possums sliding around open air