The Wild, Wild Forest Poem by Radhika Karia

The wild, wild forest, The smell of the moss.
The deep tunnels of smoke, rose up from across.

A light of relief for those, who swam to the sea, as emrald waters emerged ashore, to engulf those who plee.
A distant drum was playing, underneath the hue and grey, when the ashes of the minds alike, was mocked like prey.

Hurray cheered one, hurray cheered the tribal ground, when the crown of glory was passed, like their pride was passed around.
The fairest of them all, the green eyed hurricane walked, collecting the best berries, for the wines he had stocked.

A ray of gold touching, the joys of buzzing fireflies, when the warrior was too burdened, by the breath of his goodbyes.
The flower seeds flew, and settled back on the ground, picked and licked by the mad men, right where they too were found.

The sane, amoungst the mad, the madder the forest felt, while the poisoned ivy craved for its potions to slowly melt.
The fog covered the night, wrapping it like a cacoon, when the wild, wild forest was blowing smoke, like a big cloud covering the moon.