FANTASTICALLY FANTASY

Eversong Forestrium

Calm and silent forest, razed by superiority of mortals

Birds singing to the melody of the wind Roots of trees grew deep beneath the deepholm Earthmother constantly erupting water through the rifts Shattered, all of which are forced habits

Nectars flopped from time to time Queen bee summoned upon Yggdrasil None dared to roll their eyes, forced or not Water flows equal, fresh and fertile None could taste the creek, but the forester

For all eternity, busy is the wood Foresters deforested in serene joy, and forestry worked all day long

Peaceful and calm never the forest, all sweat Agitated heat among forestry bees and trees

Upon the bustling forestry rain ever triggered Once when a bee erupt joy, later beheaded “To stop is a synonym for to flop,” forester said Queen bee stood in silence, quietly shed her tears

Birds sang a song to the forester Roots of trees hid deep beneath the earth Water streamed constantly to the creek Agitated, compelled against their will Time flowed only while breathing slow

I’ve written this poem for Paper Poetry’s Fantastically Fantasy prompt —