Belladonna Woods
The trees
They live in this forest
They whisper they breathe
Wanderers can speak to the leaves
Often times seeking advice
For wandering into this forest
Many don’t think twice
Seemingly there be peace among the green
Lures adventurers not so keen
Lingers shadows of mischief unseen
But the trees they tell the tales
Just like men sitting around drinking old ales
If ever found without direction
One only needs to stop and listen
For the trees will make the connection
Either to lead the soul back home or drive them deeper into the dark unknown
In this forest it is for the trees to decide
Who is worthy of their time
Fate is determined by the heart
Sincerity of the question
Is meant to teach important lessons
Determined by the trees
These answers come with ease
Either leading the soul back home
Or deeper into the dark unknown
Copyright © Adrianne Short | Year Posted 2020
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