the forest creatures

​along the banks of creeks and streams, 
sleeping beneath just inches of soil,
sucking on the roots of willow trees and the
sap strewn from a mid-march maple tree,
nested in the wooden wands of an ancient redwood,
a pile of fallen leaves and weeds 
growing scraggly like teeth,
is their home

a constant flow of water dancing atop smoothened rocks
sinking underground when it meets soft sand,
giving life and a home to billions of bugs and beings
per square inch of forest floor

cocooned in the hands of a fennel flower, 
rests the children of the forest,
watercolored eucalyptus skin peeled back by human hands,
exposing it’s delicate inside to the eyes of shaded air

after the summer sun sets,
under purple skies and yellow waxing and waning moons
the heart and pulse of the forest beats loud and clear
for all of the world to feel 
can you hear it, see it, feel it?
it's the lungs of the earth sized organism
breathing in and out, in and out

she is wide awake
reminding you where your roots once grew,
where your thoughts once spewed like 
the leaves stemming off from branches
she is waiting here always for you to come pay a visit, to
come say hello to the forest creatures

raphaellalaurence

CA

19 years old

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    The sand that coats the ground
    holds the shape of the wind
    It's all beige and blue 
    until the moon rises and the stars compile a brief glimpse of the Milky Way

    Every day I watch them die
    in the palms of my hands
  • A bed for vivid dreams

    I took a bath in my own golden light
    and watched a smile grow upon my face
    as I adventured on my own, into the forest near my house.

    I felt at home and found myself on the earth's floor looking up into a sky of movement,
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    i wash your fingers out of my knotted hair,
    rid your bitter taste from my lips, and
    scrub my barren skin with fine sea salt,
    until the bottle has been emptied,
    until every inch of 
    you has left my body