The forest is blue

in the heat of ethereal light.

Darkness fills the air

while the sun shines bright.

 

Above the treetops, there is calm.

A quietness known to the very few.

Underneath, intertwined limbs

conceal a malignant chaos.

 

On the abandoned truck bed,

The boys, they are eight, maybe nine.

They dream of the quiet on the outside.

They stand in the daylight, frozen in time.

 

In the clearing, they move closer

to the sun, beaming in radiant skies.

To warm up, to experience,

if only with their eyes.

 

They stand and stare for hours,

A moment held by distraction,

a piece of imagination towers

over their growing minds.

 

The forest is blue

while the sun shines bright.