Like Birnam Wood
The trees seem to move
In the shape of a man
Going hunting for food
Dressed up in camo
He’s walking the line
Watching the forest
As cars race on by
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Like Birnam Wood
The trees seem to move
In the shape of a man
Going hunting for food
Dressed up in camo
He’s walking the line
Watching the forest
As cars race on by