By: sdna
Tonight, the forest sleeps and dreams,
Its components also deep in slumber.
It is the forest in my soul I mean,
For it contains the thoughts I cannot remember.
In all its vast expanse, I have only explored a little.
In all its deep mysteries, I have only unraveled a few.
Yet all this means so little,
For I am but one, not many, not few.
As the forest sleeps,
I go to my favorite place.
It shelters from torrential winds of shame that seeps.
It shades for the blazing heat of oppression and craze.
I love these things in the forest.
As the forest sleeps for a new day, I’ll look forward to that.
For what is in the forest?
Only I can answer that.