She loves her forest, ‘tis where she belongs
Her eyes dance in dappled shades of green
As she drinks the sunlight through the trees
First hearing the noise through the screen

Head cocked to the side, eyes a’squint
She takes in this strange new sound
A croon it seems, blurred by miles
A static lull, a distant hum, a weary resound

Decision made, she takes a step – a step – a step
Precision made each place in mossy loam
Though shaking trembling inside her gut
To search out, nay find, that which draws her from home

The simple girl strolls a forest path
Leading outwards from its heart
Each step, a step further from home
Each breath, a tremble at this new start

The sound is melancholy, but chimes in hope
And its subtle persistence makes her smile
Her heart lifts occasionally, to sing along in harmony
This single moment perfect – makes the distance worthwhile

Alas though, the sound begins to draw away
Each day she hears its song less and less
A pang of regret laced with a sigh, and she
Moves along her journey, continuing her progress

Though slightly sad, she knows change - the only truth
And sometimes that which pulls things apart – yet
Leaves an imprint, a mark, a lovely little treasure
To hold on to for life, to never ever forget

A step – a step – a step, head pointed down
She notices the landscape changing fast
Where soft spongy loam was spread, is
Dark earthen rock – her mouth parts in a gasp

Standing still, in a second – an instant flash
She saw perfect her trees married into this rocky terrain
All meshed in browns and greens, no beginning – no end
And she wept for a Love so pure an’ without refrain

For a brief moment in time, she truly feels safe
Within the embrace of a moss’ed rocky niche
She falls…to sleep, the deepest of all deeps
Then for once, her heart beats without a hitch

Stirring, pulling, slightly touching her mind
She wakes to a disoriented surprise
‘Tis the sound – but closer much closer
Surrounded now by before’s and reprise

In breaking step she makes it to a cliff
She sees the whole of the world before her
Standing on outside edge of her forest green
Through tears at first, all is a blur

The girl calms, vision returns, all is clear
Before her stretches a glorious sight abound
To the left, the rocky shore – standing stoic, tall
The right, the ocean – and its lulling sound

In trembling fear she finally sees
The vast expanse of these grandiose things
And what it means for her to be
Standing, insignificant – out of her league

The ocean saturates in deepest blues
Affecting everything that it is around
Always changing, she could almost lose herself
In those depths though, she would surely drown

The rocky cliffs spread vast, for miles
Against this fortitude, all else does pall
Such strength held stoic for eternity
From those heights though, she would surely fall

She knows now what she must do
And musters up her own personal song
She gathers the treasures they gave her in heart
And goes back to her forest, ‘tis where she belongs