Forest's Fountain

Forest's Fountain

A forest, splendid in your sight
now rises below. Lushly emerald,
lavish pine, no blemish or blight
seen anywhere, all bright and gild.

Now centered in a heart-shaped clear
lies a lone fountain, all alone
amongst the greenery. With cheer
you approach, hoping to be shown.

The fountain shining and sublime,
and radiant water cascades
down angel's wings in pace with time,
and pooling amongst tender maids.

Love! It seems to shout out to you,
come partake of my crisp water,
your heart, your mind, your soul I soothe,
I, guiding light, never falter.

So you invite inside yourself,
now flushing is your soul and swells
among, then begins to melt,
emotions stampede heart and hills

So lovely! You exclaim with glee,
never before, oh so alive!
Your vision sharpens and you see
such wondrous things you'd ne'er believe

Alas! The water tis true an evil blight,
infects the very soul of man
quick like a tramping parasite,
nothing but good joy it demands.

Run rampant through your bones and veins,
the shadow of emotion quick
to undercut the love you've shown,
Anger, hate, jealousy remain.

The tender forest holds her tongue,
tells nothing of the opposite
of joy, of love, of bright, of young,
the soul to bitterness commits.

Mankind champions emotion,
Young love, passionate on display,
but at the core just darkened rage,
that always drives your love away.