LYING IN THE FOREST.

Lying in the forest 
Without a breeze around 
The pine needles sing 
High up in the crown 
As I wonder up in heaven
If this is how it sounds 
As pine needles fall 
Silently to the ground 
A small cloud appears
Lost in blue surrounds
It slowly disappears
The sun's going down 
Shadows swim in colours 
As into darkness drowns 
The last light of hope 
A bird, it circles round
Death the blessing be 
Here never to be found 
Dying in the forest 
Free, no longer bound.