Beauty In The Hideous Forest Poem by alberta ashitey

Amass courage to see beyond the beholder
Lest your heart faint for the fear of the homeliness of the cedar.
Burl and boisterous voices clothe the big naked cedars,
Each suspending its leaves and plucking them to the atmosphere.
Rough and hard the soil is rewarded, melting the feet of the frequenters
Though ugly, a beauty stands in the midst of them.
Angers, not angels can command the beauty nearer.
Oh, what a beauty! How are you able to live amidst ugliness?
How are you able to keep your pride aesthetics, I mean your faithfulness?
She groans, yes, I can see, in her deep, in the hideous forest
Where she desires to be the cedars that cover the cedars,
A rewarder of the soil with waters
And gently blow a sweet-smelling voice that shoot to sleep
To make the angels draw nearer and have sound dream.
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