Leaves and Decay

Birch trees sway I Take another breath Dirt skull air Taste the smell of death Water it trickles and flows in the distance Question the point of this trip And existence Watching the leaves hit the ground Chirping and flapping absorbing the sound Sounds like a trembling axiom Pieces of life aren't attached to them Pulling the roots by the stem Gifted this life from a life that has passed And I'm passing it on Lines on these poems Pulling the light from what's gone Pulling the light from what's gone Venomous hollows Howl in the distance Distantly marking my path with persistence Rocks in my shoes the blues of the hues Split sky and clouds fly by dew Drips Down to my lips and my forehead Finding my deathbed My ego is misled Marching on I feel the essence of the forest Spongy and porous I try to enjoy this Treatment Finding solace in the Intent Lost in the leaves and the decay It's okay I'm okay I'm breathing dry heaving and meeting Myself for the first time Please for the last time Grinding my teeth to a pulp Turning my thoughts to the mulch Making my way to my feet I'm feeling distress It's impressing me, flowers are sprouting I've lost myself Treeline peaking, and I'm peeking out the treeline Sycamore and what is more I'm feeling like a fresh pine Calm down, all of these animals are your allies Owl eyes glisten and peer through the night sky Spying me, beast of a man Palms of my hands and I'm handing myself to the Woods Misunderstood my intentions were good Willow and weep at my feet How sweet Grass stained consciousness Draining the succulents Masking the taste of the life on my mind Holy Divine and watching the signs Flesh to seed to rind Grotesque feedback dropping my backpack Stumble on dirt tracks Reaching through pitch black Time was irrelevant Tusks of the elephant Elevation of the mind through the roots Merciful lights find a way I'm inclined to describe this Event as a song Whether right or I'm wrong I experienced something Nothing, I'm bile from nature I'm no nomenclature We're everything Suffering celebrations on the edge of Minds eye Living where time flies We're just the flies on decay Decay it is natural Birch trees sway