In the mournful gloom <br />crackling death knells of forest debris, <br />sound a thunderous symphony <br />as vegetation, castoff and prostrate, <br />perishes beneath the <br />cloven hooves of fleet-foot deer and <br />the unyielding earth below. <br /> <br />Ancient gargantuan trunks <br />stand sentinal. <br />Their gnarled limbs grown together <br />as each strives to reach the victors share <br />of life giving light. <br /> <br />Centuries of selfish survival <br />spent vying for position, <br />has created a vast canopy that shrouds <br />the very face of the sun. <br />Built like a temple to darkness, <br />the brown and green ceiling <br />presides over the black abyss.<br /><br />amber roser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woodland/
