Woods & Trees

A deep look at nature through the lens of the late painter Bob Ross

Woods and Trees

　

Written by: Mario Vitale

In late Spring when heros scream

A source of sophistication from faint misery

Inside the thwart hidden silence of the pivotal solace of my mind

With mind blowing excursion toward the legally blind inside

Woods in growing habitation & silence

Woods in distant pathways derived from a slight bite in solace

After a warm fire woods will then stand tall amidst uncertainty

Is is where one could often sport for game

Hunters in woods will drive you totally insane in brain

In extreme situations the wood can be an untimely climatic disaster to fathom

Woods

In significant direct correlation through storms in danger arms wide opened

Woods can create a swift barrier of thoughtful change,

A romantic encounter by which the lover shall stray

Is there any other mental nor mere philisophical way

Nature lies dormant amidst its beckoning call

With a swift viable pulse derived after the fall

Transformed by silence of thought provoked listening elm & pine

Created in enriched diplomacy from God by his great design

God again speaks through me from the sound of a wolf intact

He completes his journey through stregnth by which to resist

Woods

We scenic scope in vast briars taunt

In vegetation swine with sunken asps which haunt

Vanquished moss covered up in grey filtered steam

An approaching visible light to follow a dream

A captivated look into the woods

Engulfed in moss green briars torn asunder

Trees fallen in decorated colors

In the dead of Winter leaves tumble to the ground

With mice and men walking alone

On a crooked path filled with rocks & twigs

Such as a bushel filled with acorns & figs

Within desolation there crys a fever pitch

Trees in silence

Trees in a ditch

Silence in thought provoking beckoning call

A combersome message that negates a stall

With a figure of speech twisted in a dream turned nightmare

Why should we even bother or for that matter really care

Trees in a Bob Ross brightened country portrait sway feel

Trees can define sullen wounds that sometime bind

Make good use of your time within sullen asps which chime

Throughout its darkened portal without having restraint

Trees can exhibit a dire need to express

With just a little love and a whole lot of tenderness

Meditation through barbed wire fences filled up in tears

Absorbed in concrete fenders filled in ellaborate decorum cheers

Switching full gears from sullen tears to that of darkened fears.