The Forest and the Decay

Nature in its essence

So Often Misunderstood

The things we might not notice

The things I wish we could

 

Disguised by its beauty

Lush greenness all around

The penetrating sunlight

And every lovely sound

 

Hidden amongst paradise

What is oft unknown

What we may not realize

Something else has grown

 

Grown with it comes death

A natural role to play

Consuming beauty slowly

The spreading of decay

 

War between two armies

Green soldiers against gray

So tiny we do not see them

The forest and the decay

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