Soul Forest-There’s a lodge deep inside the forestThe timbre sings the songs of yoreThe broken panes tell the talesFloor gathered moss galore.
The morning sun fights to reachThe lodge covered with tall greensThe chirpy soloist sits on the roofWhen the moon begins to peep in.
The door opens to a gardenToo slippery and unkempt,Still the Wilds rare their headFence fragile, so mist drenched.When the night sets inAnd cricket orchestra playsThe lore of solitude, the forest Deep, darkness engraved.If you ever cross the forest Lost in it’s dark and deep,Look for that lodge covered With moss, where the soloist sings.Hear the tune the loner plays Touch the light however dim—You will find life to be Again full to the brim.
For more rumination:Leila’s Secret Journal-Part 1 (Ugly Table)Soaring to Mars on Wings of Verse
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