Friday, November 17, 2006

Sanity

Likend to old moss or gritty leaves
Soon my forest will come
I yearn for the forest
I long to be under mother natures arm
Smell her Smells
Walk her roads
and drink of her springs
It's sexual, it's alive it is the world
Arms outstretched

I bend over backwards and fall to the ground
mother nature catches me in her arms and surrounds me with pine boughs
I am happy here listening to her sounds
Home.