In the ancient forest

I live near the forest
As ancient as hell
Where the mosses and lichens
Summarily spell
Ancientnessness none of of the modern day stuff
In the great web of life
Where so much is enough

Glyphosate,
toxins
shooters lead shots
Pumped into sad birds
these rich toady snots
With money to burn
could use tungsten to fire
But prefer to use lead
which is ofcourse dire

Get into the ancientness
Misted and old
Lichens bursting upwards
Seemingly like gold
Dust accumulated from aged specks of care
Cortisol rising inflammation aware
The Japanese are into it
They know the ancient ways
They drink their ceremonials
And then their old brain plays

Evidential theories
Of old forests trailing deep
Vibrations of the peace on earth
The great ancestral sweep
Of time, cuts inflammation
Draws waxy shadows through
I believe the forest
Will do great things for you.

Inspired by a instagram post from Claudie Ferri
may 31/5