A Fateful Outing
I sojourned to the forest
Which stood bathed in loony light.
I happened upon a wolf
Who with panting smile spoke with delight.
“Mind your grimace,
Do not mourn this fair night;
But behold her splendor
At her majestic height.
Adjourn, and learn from the moth.
Whose urn is shaped from the yearning bright.”
And so I dove deeper yet
In woods cluttered and blurry.
I bore fire which shew a moth
In haste flapping and in a flurry.
“Live up your hours,
In this swift mercury;
Opt not to fritter time
With your needless worry.
Away, and survey the roach,
Pray it not betray you in scurry.”
In a leap I bound further
Into grand plants to arrive
In presence of a cockroach,
Who chittered with a spirited drive.
“Look upon me
And know you are alive;
For all that is crucial
Is habit to survive.
Forage, and pledge to the Recluse,
By imparted knowledge you will thrive.”
Now in fatigue yet I pressed with glee,
At long last to attain my delinquent due.
In the distance I witnessed an ancient tree,
Awaiting secluded, carpeted in emerald hue.
Determined, I pressed on at a vigorous degree,
And finally neared where the majesty grew.
Weary, I perceived the stock as if I were a flea,
Then beheld the sonorous voice which I did pursue:
“What stubbornly you seek in your debut
In my presence which surrounds thee,
Are things yet which you cannot construe
with your callow state that presently be.
Yet a few things ye have accrued
In your sojourn surely you’d agree,
Is the knowledge you doth pursue
Is not without your duration’s fee.”
