next to a pine back nestled close
alone in the wild of the forest
feeling the straw and cones as my pillow
I hear the songs of my forefathers
haunting in the whistles of the limbs
the breeze
a calming song close to being a prayerful
hymn on the wind singing me off to a rest a
sleep a long nap a day's end a peace
and that rhythm
that winds through the needles on a course almost
a siren's breath
that sings beautiful
hymns a song on
a withered bark
a cry from
the forest's floor a
harmony I've known before
breathless i went
graceful
a warrior