september 29, 2019

hidden treasures?

what is it that lies within the fallen trunk?

for the outside is blanketed with greenery and moss
leaves that whisper sweet nothings to me
as the wind flutters their tendrils against one another
like royal hands meeting for the first time

It is almost as if I could fall inside of it
engulf myself within the comfort of its barrel
the soft bark a shield from the hard world

But oh
it is fallen
and I am left to wonder
if naked is safer than clothed