Fern Forest

Fern Forest

07/07/18

That which lie beneath the quilted green from seedlings tossed in random fling

considered blanket of hidden things be random thought that he doth bring

For quite deep far the leafy fans of windblown stilts and waving bans

lie treasures 'neath the waving hands of endless marsh unmade by man

The secret things both known and found of hoarded wealth that doth abound

be creatures great and small around that play their lives without a sound

That bug life large that creep and crawl and nibble too beneath the sprawl

and make their way through hidden halls while chomping feasts among it all

And mammals too thus find their life below the leaves that shade their light

for thus they bend with all their might that they may thrive and thus survive

And deeper still the root doth grow without a trace that others know

the increased ferns that lie below and networked roots divine doth sow

For increase great the carpet path that seen above by unveiled mask

that causes not that one take task or lie thus down in sun to bask

And jilted leaves lie thus within and make their rest in crevice bends

while tradescantia wanders and curves to end while one moves out, one moves in

And brightened spheres obscure inside for hunters eyes they rest to hide

lest capture they by willing minds to those for whom the quest they bind

The tickled feet and barefoot mark the route thus trod by trampled ark

escape from thus the pending dark beneath the trek of wounded marque

And left to rest this forest green of leafy ferns and things unseen

the trodden quilt thus left unclean and restful be the tranquil scene