I walked into the woods to look for peace
To rid myself of thoughts ceaselessly churning
I hoped to find salvation in the trees
To still the pain that in my soul was burning
I walked into the woods and found despair
When looking from a cliff-top at the view
And at the ravens taking to the air
I wish that it had been my heart that flew
But I walked on, each morning a new start
And found that with each track I left behind
And in the ceaseless beating of my heart
A sacred space was growing in my mind
I walked into the forest, asking “how?”
It answered: You are here and you are now
An answer to the question “how was your summer vacation?”. Thank you, past me, for taking the time to walk the woods for a week. Company is nice and all, but it really does wonders for the soul to walk alone.
How’s your summer coming along?
Love and woods,
Tim
