The forest ahead
By Zarni H K
I see the sun shining on this place;
its rains illuminating an unseen river that floats above
and through the tops of the tree.
As I watch I see birds, blues, reds, greens, browns,
it’s like the trees have grown wings and taken flight –
their wings whipping up the air, pulling at me,
pushing me. My hair goes into my eyes, as I try and see.