Saturday, May 31, 2014

THE FOREST NEVER SLEEPS by Margaret Okubo





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THE  FOREST  NEVER  SLEEPS
 
 
by  Margaret  Okubo


Sitting in the forest hidden from the sun
I feel the earth tremble by  deer on the run
Leaves flutter in a gentle breeze
as along the narrow path 
the running deer speed
then freeze in utter consternation
as they glance in my direction
Eyes wide with fear
for to them a strange being in the forest is rare.


 They stare for a moment then move on again
afraid for their safety in their own domain
Birds hop from branch to branch
the owl sits alone in a trance
yet frowns upon all who dare to move
disturbing the stillness.... changing the mood.


Breeze whistle through the trees
cooling the brow.... chilling the knees
Sunset pierce the darkening forest
with a red but mellow light
as it prepares once more to turn in for the night
Such a brief but glorious sight.

Darkness is now complete
yet I hear the patter of little feet
I hear too the heart of the forest beat
and I know the forest is alive
I know too.....the forest never sleeps.




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