The Forest Song

She has been searching for a reference guiding light
that could lead her to the right forest pitch
although the tones are inaudible to the human ear
poets recognise the loudness of these sounds
every time someone plays them with no strings
exclusively using the sound of their own heart beat

She caught a piece of an old bark tree
and started to shape a poem with her penknife
firstly on its early stage of evolution
it looked rather clumsy like a monkey upside down
but with time things improved a little
and the pitch resounded now
throughout the mass of vertical trees
like a melody, a proper song
a soft sound played at her own right deed

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