The Mother In the Woods
Staring at all the shadows of the west
putting all the rays of sun at test
stand the ugly face of the wood
giving the best place under its hood
free from the worldly lives and vibes
the only one who eternally survives
the greenery signals with refreshing sight
welcoming the birdie tired from the flight
the gloom when blooms the florets smile
pleasant aura the bees sniff from a mile
pulling off the sweetest nectar of life
supply with the living fuel for the night
the chirping angel youngsters of the bird
every morning sounds louder for its call
for every gulp of food from the mothers hood
in the skeleton of the mighty wood
every creepy night passes with the thrill
of the the enemies flying from that hill
silent and discreet the life is not at ease
survival instincts gives the life the heat
crawling in the earth there comes a nerd
stares at the sky never sees the bird
bird is always scared not the woods are safe
fear grows within even time seems like cage
breathing the fresh air bestowed by the wood
survives his breath without which he never could
still in his mind the evil laughs the ugly laughter
should have been warm his heart has thorns of cactus
back from his pack he brings out a wedge
in the stony platform rubs and sharpens its edge
with no heart no regret he chops off the trunk
every hit stronger cries dying and eyes get shrunk
the ugly human face kills off his own soul
more ugly is the fate he knows his life toll
selfish is the world yet the woods always stood
that mother's love the child never understood
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