The Forest Leaves

jwhhobbs22
Jan 28, 2025
1 min read

A mind has leaves

As blood has trees

Our bonded families

Alike

For hailstorms bite

Flames pinch their spite

As living things become aflame

The Forest is itself a rage

Of visions, shades and beings alike

For Form and what is more

Unconscious

A million leaves and more await.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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