Soul Forest

There’s a lodge deep inside the forest,
The timbre sings the songs of yore,
The broken panes tell the tales,
Floor gathered moss galore.

The morning sun fights to reach
The lodge covered with tall greens,
The chirpy soloist sits on the roof
When the moon begins to peep in.

The door opens to a garden
Too slippery and unkempt,
Still the Wilds rare their head
Fence fragile, so mist drenched.

When the  night sets in
And cricket orchestra plays
The 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.

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