A Lesson from the Woods

I have stories to learn and lessons to earn in the confines of my mind.
I’ll take the line and sort out the moss on the rotted logs as I jump across rivers flowing rapid down the white water canyons of time.
I’ll write the hymns humming in caverns like bearfoot whispers dancing in the moonlight.
​I’ll sing it out loud until my voice turns gritty, harmonies sung through the branches of a barren tree yearning for cover under moonlit eyes.