I want to become
the wood chip that disappears
into the forest,
when you chop down a tree.
Disappear and lie down to rest, in the shadow
of an emerald fern.
Become damp and soft,
perhaps visited by a caterpillar.
Develop spores, that
transform me into a toxic fungus.
Be the death in the stomach of a fox,
and wander through his nerves and blood vessels.
To yet again lie down to rest, in the shadow
of an emerald fern.
Dayum! Your writing is very good
lovely poem dear @steemswede, it's very nice to read, I love this poem specially middle line very nice, thanks for sharing......
wonderful poem dear sir @steemswede good job, keep it up, thanks for sharing.....
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Very down to earth!
Nice poem..." .......develop spores that transform me into a toxic fungus"
I love that line... thanks for sharing
Thats really good! Keep it up!
Wonderful poem.. Very well written ..