The Path

THE PATH

olden path along the trees

quiet buzzing, wooden peace

breeze through branches, mellow sound

tired feet on woolen ground

forest watching, fourteen eyes

tender senses analyze

guardians in green and grey

gently guide you on your way

ancient comfort for a while

hidden in this forest aisle

far away from fight and fear

memories you barely hear

green embrace, with no demands

teach you how to open hands