A forest is a beautiful place.
Aspiring pines arrowheads spun toward evergreen skies colors vibrantly true― sturdy sequoias wrapped in rabbit-scent. Stillness felt through skin was how God meant the sunrise. It cannot stay. Ecosystems decay. Snakeskin resin weeping white powderpost beetle spending its larvae in decomposing furred host― detritus eaters clusters of clotted shadow. Hunger a carpeted ghost. This I know: A forest is a beautiful, deceiving place. |