Forest

We stand, we wait, we watch, we see Sheltered and warm, protected by the canopy Creatures calling, bugs crawling Feet float above the mist Strands of life lines severed slowly I fight, I bleed, I laugh, I cry Protecting mine with my fists Waters wash away, a midsummer day Need to defend, what words shall I say Touched once by a sofened hand We once more explore this land My soul and me again combined A perfect gift, so hard have I tried The feather whispers soft and lonly I have found my soul, my one and only