The wind, and rustling leaves

Makes me believe

That all is not lost

No matter what comes

And no matter the cost

 

You can always retreat to the wood and get lost

You can walk and walk

And never get tired

Find a branch to sit on

And think for awhile

 

The wood is wild and alive

With bees buzzing by their hive

Rabbits hopping

Birds cawing

Foxes clawing

 

This world is separate and serene

But being bastardized and demeaned

By human beings

Who can’t seem to see

The harm that they’re doing

 

I love the wood

I love the air

I know that it is wild and unfair

When humans are gone, it will remain

But we think the opposite

Are we insane?