Drop down dead

Imagine a forest in your heart
with big boughs that reach deep
that hold you in the morning light
and rock you till you sleep
with leaves and moss and twigs and snaps
veins forever flowing around and down
a canopy that forms a skin
to capture all your light
little brooks churning into rivers running red
that flow and wind and take their time
until you drop down dead

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