Sick leaves of yellow drop down to me
Slow with the life of a slug
I spoke to the trees my secrets and heart
Whispers of my emotions pulled my tears out from me
They groaned and swayed

Clouds tucked me in to the dense forest
I was cozy in the cold
Rain wash me clean and free
Freeing me of what I left behind in the car
That sad wet heap was no more

Trails of dirt and smiles pulled another step in
But I was gliding through
Beauty of face and bark picked me up
I was open to the world of wonder and glee
Who was going to be there next and say hello
Would I say it first this time?
Maybe