Walking around the woods in the the eve
was no problem.
The hue of rosy gold filled the air
bouncing off trees
was the light.
I went with wood
to build fire for my offering.
And this I made,
until more underbrush was needed.
But before going off to find more
footsteps heavy were thundered,
stopping shortly
before me.
Looking all around, the birds
their songs strewn around.
And no deer or fawn ventured
as I was in quiet hiding and seeking.
So around I went,
just beyond the bend.
Walking up to dried sticks I would find,
full of leaves and green
suddenly they be!
I go to dead grass,
lush and moist became it as
forward I went.
Finding what I wanted I turned around
and walked around the bend.
Trees had bent in other directions, and not one was in the same place. There was none that changed but the flowers.
And no where was my den
to be found.
Around I went until off the path I ventured
Only approuching it the way first come upon
Was it found.