Jan 06

Forest Crown

I walk into the forest

“Come with us” the birds chorus

“I can’t,” I say... But we both know how I wish I could

I dust off my shoulders and head deeper into this forest of leaves and wood

I collect berries, red as wolve’s eyes 

I collect flowers, yellow as the sunrise

I collect leaves, green as a lime

And I collect a single rock, silver as a dime

I put these things together 

Connected like birds of a feather 

I put this atop my head 

And then I said…

Now I have a Forest Crown

Red and yellow and green and silver

It seems so familiar 

To have my Forest Crown 

In these trees of green and brown