WIND IN THE FOREST
Wandering, walking, leaving behind this world
For a while,
Letting my footsteps' take me beyond what I know,
Deep, deep Into a land of which perhaps there's
Chances taken by a man with many fears, today I live.
Trees so high that darkness fills the sky, can't
See the light,
Where the moon rests, not visible to these searching
Sounds' of the forest are the only company to me,
Speaking words to the trees, does anything listen?
I can feel and hear the wind In the forest,
It speaks In sound, It Is with me, It finds me.
Walking into, the unknown is, always, scary when we started off, but, once we start, we can’t stop, nor, turn back, and, we can, only, follow that road, allowing it, to lead us, wherever it is, we’re, meant, to, go…
Thanks, for your thoughts.
On Mon, Jul 19, 2021 at 2:45 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote: