Coming out of the Wood

One day I was free,
Sitting at ease,
Watching the breeze whip through the trees,
How to explain what I would see.

A boy up to no good,
No time to let him know,
He went into the wood,
As I pointed direction to mother in toe.

Sounds of nature calling,
So misunderstood,
Impending darkness falling,
Masks the evil of the wood.

Here comes huntsman,
Swift strong and able,
Looking for his wife who's after child,
Upset about no dinner on the table.

Sitting back imaging events,
Day turns cold,
Anticipating grin etched upon my face,
Comfortable with arms in a fold.

Sounds of nature calling,
So misunderstood,
Impending darkness falling,
Masks the evil of the wood.

Coming out of the wood,
Fear of God on a face so grim,
Boy up to no good,
Mother must have beat it into him.

Coming out of the wood,
Mother unable to stand,
Her face in horror,
I'll bet it was the scolding of dear huntsman.

Sounds of nature calling,
So misunderstood,
Impending darkness falling,
Masks the evil of the wood.

Time goes by no huntsman to follow,
I grow worried with concern,
Boy no good with mother in toe both safe at home,
Will huntsman ever return.

That day birthed a tumor,
Of a legend so brood,
Spreading through the town a growing rumor,
People go in but don't come out of the wood.

Sounds of nature calling,
So misunderstood,
Impending darkness falling,
Masks the evil of the wood.