The green that breaks crowns

Underneath the canopy of braided limbs, 

Where sunlight dies fractured shards

The forest hums with secrets that we don’t know

Ferns spill like inks of shadows

Mushrooms dripping with dew like tears on forgotten faces

The air hangs heavy, like washing on a cold winters day

And shadows snake around twisted trunks, clutching to them like a lover in despair

Beetles march with the sincerity of a wicked troll

While spiders weave ropes that bind the living and the dead

Above, the world wears cloaks of arrogance

But here patience dismantles the crowns of men

Power sleeps beneath a throne of leaves

Even the smallest of creatures hold dominion

And beauty lurks in darkness

Every leaf, every droplet, every curling fern

Stitches the forest together in silent tyranny

An empire of the unnoticed

Where the understory resides

Inviting only the brave to witness its court of green