The forest winds on and on,
There's a path in the underbrush.
Roots coil and brambles foil
Any attempt to rush.

The trail twists over and in,
You can see a clearing at the end.
You can feel your breath pound in your chest
As you round the final bend.

And there it is, The Earthen Tree,
Sun sprinkling through it's green lament.
Morning dew sparkling as you
breath deep, and cherish it's scent.

On the side reaching out her hand,
In a straw hat, is a little girl.
She beckons you to come into the Sun
and leave behind this world.

Life springs from Deaths wings,
Tomorrows another day.
The girls call, a moss cracked wall-
"Beauty is only a breath away"