The Time Of The Ferns Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

Rolled up, in a fluffy spring dress
the time grows to unfold far, far -
ready to the sky to sprout
in the annual cycle,
to enjoy itself every day
instead of budding,
she unrolls her dress,
after heavy rain rumbling
from thunderstorm and violent rain
to move now gracefully
to invent the wheel,
anew in the fuzz of youth
to sing about the fern
to kiss as a fern tree -
between the sky downpours
by millions of years
which preserve strength
in themselves which prospers
again awoken in the tropical space,
and then, as gigantic tree
tells us from time,
as they wooded earth far, far,
as her green plumage,
under which roof birds sang her songs
and it first shade gave, to rest,
in wild sow and time to sleep,
however from recollection in this time,
still tells you, young fern, at his time.

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Floy Dy Ra,05/02/2014