My North Woods

Returning to the familiar space in August, we'll watch the leaves turn again - but leave before the snow piles.

I was born into a World of Magic and Splendor
The air was Crisp and Clean
The Snows piled High in the Winter
The Dew on the Grasses were soft and Wet
My Eyes were Always filled with Wonder
As my Mama showed me all her Secrets

I was born into a World of Beauty, flowing Waters, quiet Ponds
The Fog on the Lakes in the Morning lifted slowly as the Sun slowly Penetrated
The Fawn in the Long Grass would get lost from it's Mama
The frogs would scattered as we approached the Spring Puddles
The lakes would still hold a chill on into August
And My Mama always had stories relayed by her Children

I was born into a World Green, and Fresh, and Pure
The Winters freezing temps protected it all for Me
A most unspoiled land in a world that is all but completely Spoiled
The Rivers, the Lakes, the Trees - the Amazing Trees
The paths through the Forests which once home to Natives
I would here there voices as I walked alone in the Wood

I was born into a World of Magic and Splendor
The air was Crisp and Clean
The Snows piled High in the Winter
The Dew on the Grasses were soft and Wet
My Eyes were Always filled with Wonder
As my Mama showed me all her Secrets

The North Woods held my Spirit and groomed me for Now
I fished the streams as a boy, eyes opened big as the mouth of the Trout
I walked the paths to the park on the Lake 
I found friends from the cities there to help me to See
But the greatest comfort and trust was built in the quiet Wood
The greatest Friend I've ever known is My North Woods I was born to

~Healing Star