There Are No Such Tiger's Burning In This Forest Bright Poem by Shirley Harrison

In the forest, oh so dark
I lay my head down to the ground
trees singing shaded tunes
ear piercing solemn lune

hands pressed hard upon my head
shadow of the tree tops spread
ground awakens thunder roars
ground awakes and asks for more
screaming creaking howling wood
above my shaking legs they stood

sun hides behind black clouds
peering peeping tree tops howl
no such love light here at dawn
shivering shaking trees do mourn

waving arms of shadows past
reawakening my somber mood

the taste of tragedy centuries passed
and centuries yet to have light

there are no such Tigers

burning, in this forest bright.