The last few weeks have been quite rough
the food so scarce, the rage wasn't enough.
Of it I wanted more and more
but it just wouldn't store
For it is useless and pathetic
I am a Beast with no ethic
that the Living Forest accepted me
Only that I turn her away with my pride and envy.
She is patient so is she kind
How can I be so blind
to branches wide open, trunks so loving
and so I realized and then stopped running
away from a Home that changes never
And I come back and (hopefully) stay forever.