Feed Me the Forest

Endless wandering The twists and turns of these woods A shelter from the sun gaze Its beauty masked the falsehood Wooded winds Surrender a stream A treasure trove So nursing A crown of leaves To keep the memory I could leave this place The haunting calls beckoning A solace offering Expelling restless dispare These woods are my asylum A comforting timber cabin Built from wooded grace Offering my escape Unburdened by the unseated wood A network of trails my playground Foliage cleared out The ebb and flow unhindered The natural order My own master I could leave this place The haunting calls maddening Stumps are all that remain The forest left with nothing