True to Life

A sliced sun rises in the forest

exhumeing monsters from the dark

Skittering and flapping from their hiding places

The wind tousles the bed of leaves surrounding me

Blowing a cool kiss to make the suns warmth

Even more cozy

My uncertain feet unearth forgotten limbs

Allowing them a brief chance to reach skyward once more

The life and death of nature is visible, undeniable

Its bones and skin crack crisply beneath my feet

My feet disappear amongst them at times to remind me

That gone is not forgotten

The small green faces rising from their husks seem to shine

With the same gleam as the sunrise

All is not lost, not yet any way

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