The Woods Poem by soren Barrett

The forest through the years has grown eyes and ears
Each remembering what it sees or hears, shedding dew drops of misty tears
From within the wood a memory understood, a shade slips and falls
Whispered words from passing birds, lost deeds recalls
Secrets kept here have slept in beds of green
Flowing streams bring dreams of enchanted scene
Sediment of souls buried under dirt, leaves, valley and knolls
Here one knows no wind blows and the king of the woods in shadows patrols