Forest music

 * forest music *
Winds blows music through
Forest still and old
Darkness here where sun cannot touch
Conifers close enough to embrace
Needles thick carpet forest earth
No grass or flowers rise to bloom
Owls roost on high above
Foxes prowl below
This forest a slaughteryard
For the old or slow
Music played is funeral march
Even if ears miss tune
In this darkness darker hearts
Bucanneers follow fortune
No animal is safe who enters
Least of all the young
Wander into the shade of trees
And they may never leave.