The forest awaits me

I walk past the old shed

To a place where my fears flee

Past the hay bales

And into the crowd of trees

Down the muddy slope

With one foot sliding down in front of the other

They gracefully slide down the hill

I land on the bottom 

A giant dip from flood water years before

Where trees are left standing still

As they wait for their friends to fall down

I walk to the tall tree

Where I lean against

The flood is covered with old glass bottles and trash

This was their trash dump

But this, this is my home

The peacefulness surrounds me

It engulfs me and my fears go away

Where my childhood began

And where it might end

As I grow older its memories are still here

The old tree we tried to kick down still stands

I look at my hands and feet

The dirt covering them

As I slowly stand up

The tree holds me back, wanting me to stay

I have to let go and leave this place

As I climb up the slop into the light

I walk back to the sound of tractors and shouting

I wish I could of stayed longer old friend

But my happiness will have to end

Menchie the Cat