Cabin By the Wood

A cabin built on the edge of the wood, Standing alone next to a listless rill. Near ear shot where the great white oak once stood, Atop a hammock, some say is a hill. Standing supreme on a warm summer's eve, Strong gainst' storms and nature's retribution. Time the bearer of either ruin or reprieve, Reckoning day, the final solution. This cabin is made of timbers of wood; Humble reminders of man at his best. On top the meadow where flowers once stood, Away from the towns, humanity's nest. A river that was once and is no more; A bank to the stream as the coast to the shore.