For months I’ve been sat under a tree
which has offered no shelter from the rain
and only in the dark I start to see
that nothing is forcing me to remain.
So I’ve started to get deeper in the woods
where the branches cradle me like their child
and the leaves encase me like evergreen hoods,
comfortably free to roam in the wild.
And now that I have discovered more timber
I have found myself in becoming lost,
and as my mindset begins to limber
I have forced myself out of the cold frost.
I hope I can stay here deep in the wild
where I can have the worries of a child.
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