The forest deep is my home,
where others visit and I reside.
This arrangement suits me fine
as I live in the world yet outside.
The trees are all outsiders see
ranks upon rank of greenery.
Camouflage is nature's way
when expectations deny insight.
The wildwoods are not for all,
the paths are not expected.
Brambles to some are instead
long time friends to be embraced.
Inside my enclosed groves
with like minds I dance at night.
The fires are lit, drums are played
celebrating as we pray.
You may find your way here,
I welcome company in the copse.
You'll not be lost, instead found,
deep in the forest now your home.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160409.