i have not yet left the forest
nor the woodland nor the trust
the wild dance among the oak
a force of light with sweet kinfolk
oh how we spun
dizzy in the sun
forward and back
bodies slightly out of whack
pleading with the bramble
in new acquaintance and great counsel
i surrendered upon a bed of ferns
and now my heart forever yearns
to weave inside a dragons nest
and honour heavens in my quest
with knobbly knees and twisted limbs
embedded in some ancient hymns
i am the wood, i am the oak
i am at one with new kinfolk
Girlwithoutawatch 