The clearings covering
The trees aim high
Branches and clouds mask the sky
Going deeper and deeper in the pine wood
Dark in the shadows lost easily could
Eyes must learn to adjust
Heart will guide as only love should
Mind tells you fears built on trodden tiers
Mud up to the tread heavy boots tired head
Wandering
Are you going back on yourself
Plodding on with a crows song
Hoping the clouds clear
Growing so ever near