The Forest and the Decay
Nature in its essence
So Often Misunderstood
The things we might not notice
The things I wish we could
Disguised by its beauty
Lush greenness all around
The penetrating sunlight
And every lovely sound
Hidden amongst paradise
What is oft unknown
What we may not realize
Something else has grown
Grown with it comes death
A natural role to play
Consuming beauty slowly
The spreading of decay
War between two armies
Green soldiers against gray
So tiny we do not see them
The forest and the decay
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Audrie Mecham
I'm an artist. I'm attending college and pursuing a career in fine arts, hoping to become a high school art teacher. I enjoy writing and reading fiction. I like to play tennis...and zombies. I love apocalyptic movies and books and spend lots of time thinking up my own apocalyptic ideas. I also enjoy pondering the idea of angels and demons. I have a dog and a cat and a lizard and chickens, and I love them all.
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