In the Woods

Behold the merry dandelions and the sweet smelling flowers!
Soothing is their sight and enchanting is their beauty!

As the golden hues of the sun tickle the lonely winds,
Clouds drape the azure sky, leaves flutter, and the birds sing

The quietness of the woods, the gushing waterfall, and the breeze
In these moments of solitude, of utter silence, and peace

Sits a tiny figure upon a rock, listening to nature's elegy
Thoughts as distant as this soul from its celestial reality

It tells a story of how it sings through dusk and dawn
But none heed its message because it was long foregone

It tells a tragic tale of human souls, of wanderers
Who through its wilderness with a veiled heart sauntered

Who traversed the lonely woods and the quiet rivers
But did not comprehend the silence of these reminders..

Oh, how I dread, how I fret, how I quiver;
The ending - the great mighty ending - and that lone survivor!