The Silent Kingdom.

Silent Kingdom.







The moss carrying the song of the shadows;
the silent Kingdom rampant.
Where your footsteps crush; unfeeling uncaring
the moist quiet places linger
echoing in the silence visited briefly
touched for even longer
your trash and and touch
lingering.
You may not hear
their soft spoken words
the soft songs
their fruiting bodies
spores what pop
roots what stretch
xylem phloem
flowing gurgling
the deep earth holding
The Silent Kingdom;
Her mosses; Her trees
the houseplants
the fields of barley
Her Kingdoms all;
But this one
without
readily perceptible recognition
or audible cues
yet surrounding your
senses