Eden

Emerald needles,

spears of evergreen,

fall down in cartwheels.

“Where are the beasts?”

they ask aloud,

and you are allowed

to say listen:

To the lyrics of the forest

and the chorus within.

Those blessed to thrive,

alive deep in the wood,

shed fir to survive.

Beneath the trees

you could wait,

hear the solemn gait

of a creature with no name.

Exists for a moment,

then disappears

by its lonesome,

fading away into the wood.

At the end of the day,

lower your head and pray

for a silent night

alone amongst the stars.

listen closely to titans,

the bygone, enlightened,

whose bark grows deep

beneath their fir.

Given time, see a beast

like you

and likes you

and hikes with you

and only speaks when you leave.

Shed tears here,

which will grow their own fir

and promise to never shed their leaves.

But you’ll leave,

and leave in the hands of

a bewildered young nobody

a place that holds power,

and blossoms the nameless

to prosper and flower

into less of a man

but a beast.