Let us go to the woods

The woods don’t care where we came from.

The woods don’t care where we grew roots,

Where we tore them from,

Where we replanted and reseeded,

Where we grew tall, and were hacked back down.

 

We fell many times, were felled many times.

But the woods don’t care when, or why, or how. 

The woods don’t care why we came here.

The woods don’t care what dragged us out,

Where we crawled over from,

Where we tried to plant and reseed,

Where we failed and where we succeeded.

 

We fell many times, were felled many times.

But the woods don’t care when, or why, or how. 

The woods won’t ask us for an explanation.

The woods don’t care what excuses we’ll give them,

Why we were out late last night,

Where we stopped on our way home,

Where we failed to stop and succeeded to proceed.

 

We fell many times, were followed many times.

But the woods don’t care when, or why, or how.

The woods welcome us, and beckon us over.

The woods will gladly sit in silence beside us,

Stand tall and present during every introspection,

And give us all the answers for which we question;

Let us laugh, weep, and feel our deepest emotions.

 

The woods will bury them deep within the fertile soils of the land,

So we may rise again with renewed power in our hearts and in our hands.

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