Underlying Tone of Threat

Though the moss pounds your breast

And the trickling stream covers your limbs

Though the roots stretch deep so wholesomely

Though the breeze blows so broad

And the soil gives it up so pregnantly

Though the canyons echo reassuring

Though the animals chirp innocent and

And you hear waves pounding sort of mystically

All of these graces aren't the whole

There's a violent voice I've also heard

There's an underlying tone of threat

There is terror underneath, deeply sprouting

To wrap vines around my legs

And wrap me up in rotten rotting

The magic rumble on the mountain

Will avalanche and leave me crushing