The Glow

The Glow

Under the skins of the thickest forests 

Below the skies of a burning polish

Between the lands of hidden trail

Above the winds that set the sails

Tucked away in the deepest leaves

Lives a deep, bright, burning seed. 

The seed was key to the forest growth

It burned with truth and bled an oath. 

The forest turned to the seed through time.

The seed it listened and lent its mind

It fed the leaves and taught the earth

It moved the waters, giving winds their worth 

Within this seed the branches breathe. 

Chattering leaves, bark bared with teeth

Beneath this seed the ground thinks, 

Echoing wisdom, empowered, in sync

Amongst the seed the river feels.

Turning with force driven on wheels.

Around this seed the winds live.

Whispering secrets to the moon it gives.

For many moons the seed exhales. 

The forest breathes as it prevails.

Day by day and hour by hour 

The forest grows off the seeds true power.

Through storms of season and rain that falls 

The nights draw long and the skies cold.

The clouds roll over, the thunder roars

The lightenings strike and the moon is corpse.

While frightful are the storms.

The seed conquers force

For now its dull, but still will shine.

With twists its weak, but continues to twine. 

On the thirteenth day of the thirteenth second

The moon parades and the darkness is beckoned.

The storm is too quick 

The forest is eclipsed. 

Though here we fear defeat

The seed pulses with beat.

The frightened Trees, they thrash

And the seed burns stronger, 

The ground rumbles with terror 

And the seed grows wiser.

The trembling rivers, they burst 

And the seed lights fiercer.

The winds quiver their wildest gales

And the seed moves faster.

Faster, 

Fiercer, 

Wiser, 

Stronger than ever before. 

Away and away the seed roars.

Crashing out of the forest floors.

Up and up into the sky

To the highest climb beholding the eye.

Here it stays knowing the morn

With the shine from the deepest storm.

The forest holds the message

Through time of dark hold courage

Though rain will thrash and winds may gale

Within your soul your seed prevails.

- A Poem by Megan Huntoon