My Forest

 

Woke early this morning wondering if I was still me

Would I know or would I care if myself I could not see

 

I tossed and turned with some worry and concern

For what reason today I could not discern

 

A hurricane of thoughts running through my mind

A worry I didn’t do, didn’t say enough for them to find

 

If I were lost would you look in this forest behind every tree

Would you risk what you might find and what you might see

 

In the forest of thick and heavy wood

Be gentle with what you find if you should

Mike