Doe Queen of the Grey Cloud Valley

Smoke clings cold to the high peaks Somber and grey in the distance, watching over The green, it spreads for miles beyond my eyes My body feels it though, the woods here never end The screech of hawks rings loudly as they battle crows Lingering for the prey that they don't work for The breeze smells like the sweet, cold promise of a rain Pines croak anticipating nature's own IV Valley tall grass swaying like your favorite dancer The grace of tenfold acrobats Purple and yellow clusters stick out like sore thumbs Mind all the snake holes unless you want to go numb Lichen shields the rocks they clothe, the best disguise Fooled all the moss it's migration pattern's afoot Waterways marked in the dirt to track a path Back to the river let the current hold you down Happily lost here Not hoping to be found Take the footsteps of the Doe Queen As your own, follow them back to your new home