Dewy

We approached hanging trees of a distorted forest 
Messengers flew Canopy bright of approach from the towhee .
Dismayed by the fork , a howl came aknown, this way embark to treasure unknowns 
Cold clay we walked , till an
Opening merged . We basked in the gold glimmered upon  serenade lullabies a bird to many .
Wood drummed a mossy bliss with a trunk a twist 
Rags of thread drooped waving farewell , till another sun comes .