642 - SOS from a different Savannah

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The forest knows and the forest grows

Deep inside a psyche somewhere

Tender as a wound that is healing

 

Endymion's paw prints near the marsh

The little mermaid's conundrums and those of the brothers - Karamazov and Grimm, yet,

The forest knows and the forest grows

 

Rushdie's roars echo as caves crumble

Vikram Seth's sun soaks the sky and makes it thus

Tender as a wound that is healing

 

The birds of Tolstoy and the ivy of Dickens

Gnarl through the rainbow earth, rooting all wisdom

The forest knows and the forest grows

 

The constellation of Shadow Lines and Namesake

Tesselate the nightly pond, bruising it and leaving it thus

Tender as a wound that is healing

 

Wilderness, as lush as Angelou

Dusk-music as mild as Wilde

Thickets of poems and stories on high trees and burrows, and yet, in silence,

The forest knows and the forest grows

 

(For an assignment, we had to write a villanelle. This is my piece.)