Into the Woods
A gentle breeze,
rustling dried leaves,
now quietly at ease.
I set down upon fallen trees.
Elbows resting on knees
lungs strained, I wheeze.
I had run from the abductees
of ones youth with unease.
One looks around and sees
climbed with buddies,
now dead or diseased.
Others also escaped times freeze
from a picture of static memories.
Everything’s time comes no mater the pleas.
Head in hands, breathing more at ease
I look round again, suddenly pleased.
As I look at grounds dead leaves,
one sees the forests new inductees.
Saplings, I count by the threes,
along with them more, slightly older attendees,
of this forest. Young life in vast quantities.
Now I’m relaxed and can now foresee,
someone climbing grown saplings with glee.
Remembering that day of youth in all degrees.
To come back and realize that time will never freeze.
Copyright © Adam Hapworth | Year Posted 2013
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