Such is this feeling that grows,
Within a chest so pulsing with life.
Iron among the green,
Sharp among the supple.
How long will I spend upon these waking moments,
Separate from this good earth that I love so.
Lead me not away from nature’s all giving womb,
Into the harshness of mortal man.
I wish to remain a child of this forest,
Overlooked, unseen, and blessedly alone with sounds of sighing trees.