scaling nature

scaling nature

once upon a time last week
we were Lilliputians
living in a wood primeval
nomad free, beyond the burb

looked around and looked around
the forest was alive with sound
a broken tree, fell gently down
she said she cracked a year ago

sssh, did you just hear a bark?
good, they've gone the other way
hidden in divergent wood
we have left behind no trace

now we're scouting for a camp
we must, somehow, scale the rocks
luckily, we're mountain climbers
[sometimes we are flying squirrels]

"68", the wind is saying,
"is the Perrrrrfect temperature!"
the pines agree, with whispering needles,
snakeskin trees have seen their shadows

birds and mud have wandered by us
now more trees are passing, slow
light floats down from branching sky
long, have we been roaming here

let's relax on "Lichen Bench"
we could make this our base camp
shaded by the cinnamon ferns
set out tea for our return

THIS glen has belonged to us
our dominion, marked with rust
subtle green with peeling paint
proves we lived here long ago