Ancient whispers
Rolling blue hills under dreamy grey skies
pine scent in the air, longing in the wind
Her spirit stirred.
let’s get away, she said,
run into the forest
hide under the maples
hear raindrops on leaves,
laugh away our fears.
he said, it’s damp in the woods
it’s dark in the woods
it’s cold in the woods
bugs bite in the woods
bears chase you in the woods you long to run into.
They never went,
but the trees kept calling
ancient whispers
for her ears alone
Come away, they said,
get away, in the woods it is safe,
forest carries you in its velvet lap
you can lie on the moss, drink dew from the leaves.
chase dreams in the streams,
find you soul in the silence.
The storm came
broke the windows of her home
at last she knew
why she had to go.