In the death of this being
moss and lichen are growing
slowly but surely, but surely too slow
for this impatient one
the few touches of light bring life to existence
and still
yet still
the darkness expands
holding the stars hidden in the crevices of time
all the while
the dying sets in
slowly but surely
giving life
to the wild ones
that will remind
one and all
of the free
°Woodlights Woudlicht
