Hidden Behind The Trees Poem by Julian Takali

The cool facade of the distant cabin
Pretty and slick as the night
Wallows far behind the wrinkled trees
Out of reach, out of sight

To the naked eye her timber would displease
Crackling wood, sliced bones
A scenic twin to black lungs
Hidden behind the wrinkled trees
Out of view, out of reach

But all would awe if allowed inside
None could shun away the palace which lies
Stored deep in the sylvan maze
The beauty roars! The wonder sings!

Pounding through her veins
Shrieking through her boards
Bleeding through her brain
Leaking through her pores

But a woe it must be - for most will, I am almost sure
Glance her skin and cringe - yet ignore her inner allure