Woods
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In the woods lies a secret and we all know it,
We all appear to believe it,
That deep in the evergreens there dwells something special,
A piece of a page or a source of magic.
I've come to grow on it-
Perhaps you have, too.
Sadly it lingers most often forgotten,
Deep in the evergreen woods.
Eyes flash and howls rise;
You may be fooled by this little fear that you have inside you,
tangled up with worn and twisted roots.
They tell you not to go in,
They tell you not to go near-
But trust me,
Something is here.
Do you know what it could be?
A ghost, perhaps Holy?
There among the pines and evergreens?
It's pulling you in, you can't resist it forever.
At least, I sure couldn't.
I sit in the presence of the tall evergreens,
Smelling its rain and blood in which their wood once bore long ago
on a sovereign, bone hill.
Woods are a sacred place, stop believing those who tell you not.
Gentle and sweet is its lingering breath,
Life itself flows with it.
Can you hear him? Old Man Pine?
He's calling for you, 'Please, be mine!'
Listen and obey! All you who cry out,
He is your companion! Stop with the doubt.
Clear the branches of black voices and go venture far and deep!
Become lost in the woods of the evergreen.
It pulses like a heartbeat.
A warrior rustles nearby,
Face painted of white and black...
A tiger lurks in the bushes, stepping on those fallen needles.
Emeralds glimmer upon shoulders of fur,
Arrows of stone are dull in the light,
As still as the night.
Shivering like the stars as they glow.
Friend or foe, you do not yet know.
He's always been near,
Watching over you like a brown deer.
Something stirs in you to follow him,
But then the voices come again, saying, 'No! Stop there!'
You go back and forth along the worn and hidden path,
Where leather moccasins and fallen leaves once lay themselves away in their dirty, exposed graves.
It's always a never ending urge;
Go back then forwards, and come back again.
You think you surely aren't enough to tell,
That they all shuddered as they fell.
But evergreens grow from the same earth,
They are one and the same, granting us their mirth.
I sit among them with the pines roaring in the night.
My fire lights them up like torches,
Burning of forgotten memories and past regrets.
I pray and talk to the stars, won't you join in this wondrous share?
Follow the warrior and his mighty spirit,
He guides and protects, helps and connects,
Into the woods we go from north to west
On a journey so great, through the evergreens and woods.
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