It began with the soft whisper of a deer
the gentle howl of an owl
and the fierce roar of a bear
secluded in the tree's
the long winding roads
I'd ride along
I found myself
I found us
I found a friend
One that would always be around
as long as I'd listen for her
she'd always speak
But only when
I was ready
to listen.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
It began with the soft whisper of a deer
the gentle howl of an owl
and the fierce roar of a bear
secluded in the tree's
the long winding roads
I'd ride along
I found myself
I found us
I found a friend
One that would always be around
as long as I'd listen for her
she'd always speak
But only when
I was ready
to listen.