A Feast for the Ferns

Creeping vines that wrap my arms 

Drag me along the trail 

It's pulling me in, beyond its hedges 

I greet madness as a friend 

The old autumn leaves withered; decayed 

Grab me toward the mirth 

Into the plants, I dive face-first 

In the sullen shades of dirt. 

Break my bones, and bend my body 

I wriggle, twitch, and lie 

The deeper I go, roots too grow, 

Feeding these trees alive. 

Under I rest, below sown seeds 

My skin now is a blanket 

Where moss crawls and ferns sleuth sprawl 

Now I'm nature's banquet.