Look! Poetry!

Okay, okay. I'm sorry, this has nothing to do with superheroes--but I thought, why not? Here's a poem I made:

Rows of Trees

There's a place I know
Where we can go
And never be caught or heard
Where the animals roam
And the corn stalks grow tall
In a sea of grass that grows low
Through a tinted old lens
I see the opaque blends
Wound tight like a trail that's led
The natives of history
A book full of mysteries
Under a river that flows
Catching my feet and sinking the sun
Deep in this place I call home.
But as you move slow
Sunset will not go
and it's beautiful here, I think
Beyond the wooden boards
and thrashing of swords
A deer grazes the weeded old fields
Ran faster, he says
I'm going too fast
I need you to slow me down.
Finally, a city
Guarded by birds
Of blue spots and eyes that gleam
Shimmering shadows
An overgrown gallows
Comes long rows of trees
Much like our own
A place where no bird has flown
A ray like a vertical creek
It shines and it beckons
At the end of an Indian's War
Beyond towering steeds
And indigo beads
And chasing the rum colored leaves
We climb up the tree
Grappling each limb
I look at him, a caramel skin
A bowl's full of evergreen sky
And the moon shows its care for the Earth
Strong hands of a forest
Owls' whispering chorus
There comes a man in the wake of my eyes.
There's a place I know
Where we can go
And maybe we will never leave.

~By Heroine