A spell of darkness
I hear the call of the forest
In the roaring voice of the wild
I smell the rage of the tempest
In the drifting move of the cloud
Nature speaks in deeper meaning
Than the shallow brain that we use
Her voice bears a wiser knowing
That we poor mortals do lose
Give your ear to the wind breathing
You will hear the true poetic call
Slow down your pace when you're walking
With wise steps you'll never fall
Leave your nest for once and wander
Where poetry's made of skies and earth
Between them,soft air and tender
From the ocean full of life and mirth
Don't be shut inside your coffin
Rub your eyes from sleep and go see
the play of the wind and laughing
of the winding steam,through the lea
It's not death when you stop to breath
I feel life in the standing trees
but when you can't feel is true death
It's the end to kneel on your knees
By truefeeling
© 2012 truefeeling
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