42. Honeyed Lips: The World is Marvellous

I just went camping for the entire Thanksgiving weekend. It was quite a new and fun experience, actually. I especially enjoyed the scenery there, it was simply beautiful. This poem describes my feelings and thoughts of the whole thing, how much I loved the contrast of the white birch trees against the yellow leaves and black crows. The torquoise sky and winds completed the scene, forming a dance of fluttering leaves all over the place. Don't even get me started on the beauty of the night sky- immense number of stars peeking in through the dark sky.

The world is marvellous.

Enjoy.

The air, so brisk- approaching the crystal blue sky
Winds- tall as man, wide as land
Golden carpet of fallen leaves...
Old birch tree himself shaking my hand

Rays of sunlight tingle the jagged cruel wind
Rejoice; what a heavenly sight
When Earth itself becomes a union
Of love and peace and delight

There is no need to talk, my lips sealed with honey
The sap dribbling slowly down my chin
Why hum a word, when the crows scavenge for dinner
Why speak when one can simply listen

Behind these blue eyes, rests a tale not to be told
Not for any one to know but the trees
May the toxin blinding my heart from emotions
Let it wither and be carried away by the breeze

The stars, so canny, they know me well
They tear through the duskness of the eerie night
Fire- so warm, yet oddly spiteful
Wood chips crackling and dancing in fright

My conclusion of life, as of now
Remains the same way it's forever been
I've never been able to shape out the words
Never been capable of writing it clean

The torquoise sky, setting pink for the day
It tells me what I already know
Love is a burden, weighing us down
The more you abuse it, the less it will grow

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