Green Woods

The green woods revel when in the growth,
The enjoyment accompanies us so early;
The tables and chairs of the wild shuffle
Around and around like the very weather.
A scene of polite health has been attained,
Inside the butter of the wild, the bread of the forest.
Their mouths shout out disease as they lull
Others who are in calm already, but we
Suddenly fall as a song of music,
The very song of the green woods so old.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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