Forest of Green

Standing before a forest of green,
Ever decaying the more I see.
Gathering my thoughts,
Composing my shots,
This is home to me.
Legs outstretched,
One before the other.
Bewildering eyes,
Gazed upon the lover.
This was once a refuge,
A stronghold for rest,
A place I now detest.
All those missing pieces,
Gather together in a field of leeches.
Gouged into what used to be sunny beaches,
Lightening the load,
To fill with power trip speeches.