I woke up facing light
I saw the bright glimmer from his armor
even through the forest trees
So I Began To Follow .

It wasn’t hard,
unlike his defensive foot steps.
They were so loud I didn’t have to watch my own.
They was a grace to them though,
the way the grass bent beneath his feet.

He found a way to make the forest listen,
without even really saying anything.
He wasn’t perfect, this tin man.
His armor squeaked, I could see it bothered him.
Although I can’t be to sure, it was difficult for him.
To show Emotion that is, Metal Features and all.

As I continued to follow,
I found this odd fascination creep.
So I started to follow a little closer each day,
learning what made him tick.
Wondering if he could feel, while utterly unaware,
that he knew I was tracking his defensive footsteps.

I had become reckless and he craved new company,
outside of forest animals.
One day, courage ambushed me and without thinking,
I touched him.
He was cold and hard, he clutched my hand in his.
I tried to run.
It was a useless effort, with a simple yank, I was pulled back in.

Strength and sheer curiosity kept me locked in.
His imperfection was just so beautiful.
One day I woke up,
to find him laying above me.
He looked down on me, like he always does.
Instead of anger or fear coming to my side,
apprehension did.

Apprehension left me for Jealousy,
Observation then lead the way to understanding.
As I began to relax, I noticed the flecks of rust
that flew from his joints.
The sun looked through them,
making them create a silvery red hue all around this
beautiful
tin man.