beneath a forest I am a tree
guarded closely by anonymity
leaving taken at wind behest
bark covering my wooden chest
ringing round my divided years
winters come to freeze my tears
darkened force of fires wild
harbors built of brethren filed
convince to see is naught a way
comprehension tends to never stay
if knots are change then woodpeckers
play with cots for notes of dissonance
connect dots I love the past
further stage although aghast
ripened fruit are off the counter
moldy thoughts of warmer saunter
bereave the group of two in motion
walking secrets honest ocean
life that lived in such a way
under factual legend sway
Roman Ryan 