Description: the experiencing of being in a deep forest
Halls of Green -------------------------------------------
The gray sky scarce peeps through the ceiling of green
twixt the trunks and the leaves little else can be seen
through the treetops is heard the soft call of the lark
in the shadows of branches, reposing and dark;
where the morning doves coo and the cardinal calls
and I lie here, quite safe in my great green halls.
The shadows are dark and the darkness is deep
the kind of dark green that could lull you to sleep
but not quite so dark that the sunlight can't reach
or the air cannot come or the silence can breach.
The shape-shifting sunlight shines down on a scene
where the damp breeze is cool and the air is serene;
where all life is verdant and not a leaf falls
and I'm tranquil indeed in my great green halls.
The rooftops and pillars are green and dark brown
and I'm far, far away from the bustle of town
while I'm lost in my thoughts and in musings nonential
in a green golden air that is somehow reverential.
The lush grass my carpet, the forest my walls
I shall lie here in peace in my great green halls.
In the dusk, let me rest in my halls of the west
where the sun rises gold and the bee makes its nest
in a forest I own in a hall where I'm queen
let me lie here forever in my great halls of green.