Thank you, birds...

For the promise of Spring, the awakening of our grey, winter lives,

for reminding us of life outside of our own

where the sun shines above the clouds
and new birth is just budding beneath the cold.

For your sweet, varied melodies that sing to the dawn
and bring hope of a new, brighter day.

Lament of the Soul

Where is the green forest garden
that my soul calls home,
the place where I am free to just be,
to run like a child and dance without care?
Is it real? Is it here for me?

Or is it all just a dream, too good to be true?

The wild forest calls me...
I long to be home.