I enter the Forest.
Trees tall and broad and fierce,
Branches whipping the storm above.
I want to nap, I say,
Just ten minutes of peace.
The trees accept,
If grudgingly.
I find a bed of sticking brush
And sleep.

When I wake,
It’s different.
The wind is soft,
The leaves are slow,
The sky is sweet,
The trees are smooth,
And I feel
Wonderful.
How long did I sleep,
I ask.
The trees respond,
A hundred years.
They whisper,
Voices soft,
All have forgotten
Your pain,
Your silence,
Your slice of life,
You are dead
To them.

But to us?
You are alive,
For once.
You are home,
At last.
And we?
We will protect you
For always.