Eyes of the Forest

Deep in the snow and lost in the forest
Hours of patience is heard
Whistling through trees frosted heavily
Filtering every word

​​​​​​The walls of pine and spruce canopies make 
this tunnel sublime
Grandiose features slowly aged reach with outstretched limbs telling a time

When temporal beauty was embraced
And never left with wind
Its eyes will survey you and surround with stories
And ties you can't abscind