It is hollow, drab, beyond the dark green
beyond the deep of viridian forests
it goes slipping, silently past
it breathes low, seeking darkness
with susurrus sounds will haunt you
circling your mind and soul, to shake you
Awake in mellifluous dreams
soon drifts some fears, far beyond this day
you are laughing, always like flowers
an evanescence that cannot stay
Always making your way
to and from the full or hollow
places that make you