there is a forest near my shed

there is a forest near my shed

and after i get out of bed

i wander trough the lichen pines

and wonder when it will be mine

the trees don’t speak the birds don’t either

the stars shine like they know it all

but there’re no clues to find out here

the winds are howling branches squeak

the moon lights up the mystery

but there’re no clues no clues for me

so i get back and go to bed

forgetting all the thoughts i had

becoming one with birds and trees

instead of getting on my knees

i’d rather be a naive fool

here in the white light of the moon

than returning to my chores

choosing between saint and whore

the trees don’t speak the birds don’t either

the stars shine like they know it all

but there’re no clues to find out here

the winds are howling branches squeak

the moon lights up the mystery

but there’re no clues no clues for me

Copyright (C) Francine Polis 2024


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