Mankind

Hollow beat echoed round the wooden walls
who protected mist from the strong wind
as it yearned to unveil the mysteries between the trees.

In a place that once was thick with musky spores and
longing fronds searching upwards for light
sat those who were sane with fawns numbering two
searching greenery for a Beautiful Woman to rid them of their earthy worries
because a pantomime is no match for the cosmos' puppet show.

A white cloud scouted the heavens with patient curiosity,
and with the surety that breath weathers boulder
it traveled into the stars with its lopsided grin.