Quivering Forrest

Quivering forrest
Shivering darkness
Leaf hanging by a limb
Soil pushing up a single tree
Wind from the mountain
Seeking a valley to devour

Hurry past the river
Travel to the quivering forrest
Hungry for a catcher
Something to hold its words
Praying for a mouthpiece
To illustrate its might

Wind is headed to the valley
Aiming for the tree
Bent on nothing but a method
For ending apathy

Diving deep, it roots thirst
Soil embracing all it asks
Holding the last leaf
Knowing a wind is coming
Quivering upon its limb
Fearing inevitable end

Green long faded
Siblings looking from the depth of moss and soil
The final knight from a season of battle
Preparing for surrender
Counting all his deeds
Waiting for the next life

The dust is speaking who is coming
Its knocking on the door
Filling up the air
Bringing chariots with the storm

One last look above
So near the fading sun
Kissing father, mother, moon, stars
Ready for the ground

Meeting as David to the giant
Yet failing without a stone
The final fruit of summer
Falling in defeat

Floating in remnants of the storm
Gently bringing the leaf home
Set free by the beast
Nearing final rest
Laying with its friends
Smelling fertile soil
Safe from whipping winds
Silent in perfect end