Just an observation of life’s circle.
“Priest on the road.”Arrow piercing through the air,
drunk on speed, gliding runway model,
composed for the journey of the dead.
This arrow is on the noble expedition,
doesn’t see itself as a messenger
for a phantom of the night.
Priest on the road,
into the land fertilizer,
back to the ancient formula
of volcanic ash and soggy dirt,
lifelong medicine for mighty wood.
Forrest is not greedy like a man,
it will share the spoils,
with the needy, proud,
ugly, soft, or cautious.
Swedish table for you all.
Man has changed but
woodland never does,
just left a poster on a bark,
Manufacturer has asked
to return the exo-suits,
of the best buy date.