Raw Poem by Elizabeth Shield

Take me deep into the woods
Wreath me in with firs and boughs
Lost as lost can be I am
Never here will I be found

Hide me in the soothing sound
Of falling water fast that flows
Far as far away I sweep
Rushing to where no one goes

Lay me down in bright sunlight
In autumn rays that softly fall
Drained as ever was I am
Fill me up before I fall

Embalm me in the tears of trees
In many brightly colored leaves
Tired as tired can be I am
Here and now I learn to grieve