Shield The Skies【POETRY】

Shield The Skies

Exponential Wind

Blows leaves and twigs down the mountain

 iF iT haD thoughtS

 woulD thE winD bE A swarM

 oF beeS, nO differencE tweeN

 needleS oF pinE anD brancheS oF honeY-sloweD saP

; thE naturaL worlD, kniveS ouT

 oF carapacE, resortinG tO thE daggeR iN thE bacK

: thE onE motheR knowS wilL destroY herselF

The Trees Are Gone, Now

A Princess of Needles

Makes her first mistake

Defending her secret self

From the mountaineers in search of

Every Beautiful Foot Of Elevation.

 exponentiaL windS

 cuT aT theiR fingerS,

 holloW theiR eyeS

, theiR deeP, endlesS eyeS

 fulL oF lovE sO curiouS

And The Mountain, The Ever-Royal Mountain

falls asleep alone once more