Thickets of life and death

Through thickets of thorns and tough tree trunks

Trampling light under pitch black shadows

A crusted green sky looms up o’er one’s head

And beneath are lakes glistening and littered with shallows.

Through thickets of memories a’flowing like water

And beauty, so elegant, turns to unseen,

But feeling of unsettling bark upon skin,

Brings forth one’s true spirit, the soul they had been.

Through thickets of life and beginning

Comes death.

Comes aching and breaking and doom and despair

Comes breaking of tree trunks that now are not there

Comes thickets of thorns now torn from their homes

Comes fauna aplenty reduced to mere bones.

Comes bursting of sprouts and saplings now grow

The thickets of thorns now return to their homes

And crusted green sky and shallow filled lakes,

Refill the world of it's long banished grace.

Comes room for new life and beginning

Through thickets of death.