Do you know its a joy,
To live in a mind that contains a forest.
Most forest are made and governed by nature,
Thus trees of thoughts are created by the wills of man
Yet some forests,
They are beautiful,
The trees are endless,
They touch the skys of musings,
Their roots are emended deep in dreams,
Yet they are a plague,
Countless and endless and infinite,
They are burning from the top,
Drowning from the down,
Yet the do not end,
They stretch from the middle,
and connect with another thoughts,
and poison even them,
They are not stagnate,
They remain static only in the the fact they are not,
They stumble man,
In this mind the thoughts control the will of man,
This amalgamation of terrible infinite forest
With a burning crown,
With enteral trunk,
And drowning roots,
In here nature is controlled by the countless trees.