O Silken Woods Poem by Peter S. Quinn

O silken woods,
Of winds and fire;
With many roots,
Of earth desire.
That lies and waits,
For knowledge on;
When thoughtless hates,
Are all here gone.
These greenish leaves,
And waterfall grails;
With truth and believes,
That never fails.
O silken woods,
We all admire;
Air freshest fruits,
That brings us higher.
And gives each life,
From breast of milk;
So we can strive,
In the woods of silk.