I hope you know,
The tides and turns of the creature within
that writhes and burns
is the real me you see,
It knows the way,
that life can be
and only rests in harmony.
It seeks clean air and purest light
it will fight.
I trust it and set it free,
it knows the way better than me.
It introduced us after all,
animal to animal and we just rode along.
And once the light and air is clear,
it rests and I can see.
That I love you and your forest song,
and we are back in clear air where we belong.
Copyright Faramond Frie © 2016