Give me the woods
with their bears and their bees
with their babbling brooks
and the sway-top trees
Give me the woods
with their moss and their ferns
with the dripping-wet leaves
the land my heart yearns
Give me the woods
with fox bear and bird
with hollows and glens
and no sound or a word
Give me the woods
with the cabin and stove
with the smoke curling high
and so far that we drove
Give me the woods
where one becomes lost
becomes one with the trees
I would have it, just tell me the cost
~Copyright 2014 Isáine of The Twisted Tree