Not often is it that our minds are allowed to rest.
Even in darkness among trees where we can hear only nature's breath.
It is late now,
long past midnight.
I've come to ask and listen,
maybe gain some insight.
The wind was softly blowing,
as I stumbled upon your frame.
The night it became silent,
as I heard you call my name.
I hear the words you are speaking,
but my thoughts they feel quite full.
I've longed to hear your message,
so I ask you to speak slow.
You ask me to close my eyes,
and to forget the future and past.
You assure me that I can trust you,
and that you will clear my thoughts at last.
My body it is forgotten,
as I welcome you into my soul.
My thoughts they are mere memories,
as I allow you full control.
The place we begin our journey,
is a forest and you are young.
There we grew in harmony,
with the animals and friends you were among.
Years of peace have come to pass,
as we watched the creatures frolic in the grass.
Many years have gone too fast,
Many years, too good to last.
One cold morning the men they came,
armed with axes, saws and chains.
There we stood frozen in fear,
beside your friends and family so dear.
Souls tortured from sadness and pain;
The deed was done, and many were slain.
Scared and mournful, we stood alone.
Your heart left as scarred as your once beautiful home.
With loved ones separated by concrete and steel,
We were now surrounded by that which can not feel.
Time went on, but memories remain,
of a life so full of heartache,
no language could explain.
Our journey comes to end now,
and you have one last request.
You ask a simple favour before you come to rest.
I feel a gust of wind blow,
and down falls a seed.
"Please plant this within others, so that my soul may be freed."