Penelope

There was a time I believed in miracles. 
When I still believed in true love and fairies. 
In happy endings and mermaids. 
In fate and in magic.
I was young and naive. 
Maybe my miracle was meeting you. 

Who are you
Hiding behind the faces of those around you 
Who are you 
Smiling on the outside screaming on the inside 
Who are you
Crying alone in your room in the dead of night 
Who are you 

The humans had come 
To finish what they had begun 
Us trees we couldn’t run 
They took out their saws
Without a pause 
And started chopping 
Without stopping 
We trees cried
We couldn’t hide

Her heart was stolen and he returned it broken and shattered 
When his wasn’t the least bit battered 
She cried for a while 
She felt like she’d never smile 
Her tears dried up
And the rain let up

A policeman was driving on an icy road late at night. It was snowing and he couldn't wait to get home to his wife and daughter.