State of Grace-In the Woods

In the woods... You can find that mysterious place Where solace, is best described as grace That place where man and mind, can talk And when needed, rearrange his heart Here, there are no printed rules to see The strong survive, as it should be While quietly, observing surroundings there You realize, the cost of life is dear As vultures feed on meager flesh Left from last night's unseen death But, fragile too...as morning dew Settles soft on a spiders web Saplings fight for rays of sun Among thickest shades of green Like us, in life on the run Seldom feeling we're really seen The seasons come, the cycles run The old ones die, the young ones fly From brown to green..and green to brown Then it starts all over again Yet in the woods... You can find that place Where solace, is best described as grace That place where man and mind, can talk And when needed..rearrange his heart Man is the intruder here It's up to you...accept or fear 9-3-2013 ©Donna Jones