Wood Letter

wood letter
by me(whatever) 

From the midst of the whistling woods,
I will return again.
From the depths of the forest dark,
I will return here.

It's springtime in the trees,
you can hear it in the birds song.
The rain never falters,
yet the sounds carry on.

The wet gets in my clothes,
the dew in my hair.
I shiver in the greenery,
an overlay of sparse flowers.

I found on the soft oak path,
a view of a lake reflecting the sky.
If I could hold it in my palm,
I'd bring it for you to see.

It's a journey from the book,
the journal we found in the old leather trunk.
Wish me well,
I will return again.