Day 220
03.10.2014
Topic: Undergrowth
Topic given by Sari Cunningham

Hiding in the realms of their fathers
Underneath the massive feathers of green
Listening as they speak through the sound waves
Accompanied only by the wind

They both respect and fear their fathers
During storms they hide their faces beneath their palms
The baritone voice of the men
Conquer the silence in them all

They sit there and listen to the tales
From a place they can not imagine their own
Undergrowth of the underworld
Where they are all connected through the stones

Hiding in the realms of their fathers
Underneath the massive feathers of green
They interpret the wind from its sources
Gain knowledge from the trees of the king

Undergrowth of a scenery,
unimaginable to the young soul
Grown from the bottom of the mountain
They paint the color of the soil