No Man's Rhyme

I’ve seen forests before, but never like this,
I…perhaps maybe…it’s almost as if…
No, surely not, do you think it could be?
Each one a wish?
A promise?
Hear me out, rest assured, there’s method to madness,
I may be riddled with stardust, my heart etched in sadness.
…but hey, can you blame me? Am I really insane?
For thinking graveyards and forests are one and the same?
Seedling or skeleton, we disturb the soil,
we huff and we puff, we dig and we toil.
And when all’s said and done, we cover with spade…
…left to dream of the stars, asleep in the shade.