Walking Wounded

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Out of the Woods

Timeless investments
A song bird sings
Hear me O woodland
Of wonder and beauty
I see your clean soil
Spoiled by the deeds evil
You are vast and hidden
Good and sweet
Perfumed with clean
Quiet screams echo
Silence now pleasure
It is safe to return to you now
Now that I am out of the woods

by The Poet Maker


ChrisB said...

What a beautiful video.

Denise said...

I love you my friend.

Songs of my heart