Dreamer of the Forest

Way down there, where the trees grows high.

The birds are singing,

their branches swinging,

music of the forests party tonight.

Here you can walk and breath clean air.

Here there's no talk of day old cares.

It's simple, untouched and not where you belong.

But you can stay as long as it takes for you to dream again.

For you to believe again.

The true healing of the Willows sweet song.

The Oak tree joins in with its deep baritones.

The Creek asks you to wet your feet, but you don't.

You wore your best shoes

to this party of blues.

Where you lose your strife

and try to forget some parts of life.

So walk down this lane that's forgotten for now,

unknown to those who don't live in the now.

Stroll by the pond that the sun shines upon.

Round the bend.

Say good bye to the light.

For the soft wet ground is covered in shade,

and let the darkness become your friend.

This friend will remind you, you've lingered too long,

in this place you've never been.

You hear a twig snap,

feel the wind catch,

the fear starts to creep in.

For this land that you've roamed is not your home.

The invitation was never to stay.

Its time to return.

I hope that you've learned,

there's beauty in each little thing.

You'll always remember the change in the weather as you climbed down the green hill.

To the place where the calm is found in a birds sweet song.

Hold your head high and march on your way.

For you cannot stay but I believe happier days

will find you.

As the trees wave good bye,

let out a sigh.

You are the dreamer of forests on high.

Reviews

[Emosawa]

I like the rhythm and rhyme. The near rhymes were pretty good too. "The Oak tree joins in with its deep baritones. The Creek asks you to wet your feet, but you don't." I liked this line.