Comments about Evarrriste Aldous
The Being And The Forest
In a forest unlike any terrain
upon a land in the vastness of time
arrives innocence packed in beauty
flowered as being and eager to find.
Those honest shadows that illuminate,
the melody of the forest and the artist
whom first sang.
In a forest where frail animals end
where robust branches begin,
dirty leaves swim in a sea of wind,
The being is riddled with heavy
droplets of questions every waking night's
why do the shadows lie?
why does the forest not sing?
A tune is born from nothing at all on the...