I walk with an ease
looking all around me
feeling at home
the trees dance
all about
the brush rubbing up
against my
exposed skin
everything playing
a beautiful harmony
yet this feeling
gnaws at me
what will become of you
lovey forest?
will the greed
and hate of the world consume you?
will you live to see our children play?
your tears will be not of life
but the sad and somber times
of remembering this walk
that happened well before