The mist is swirling under trees,
eyes darting left and right.
Searching for something hard to find,
the calm before the night.
eyes darting left and right.
Searching for something hard to find,
the calm before the night.
Tall, regal trees stand their ground,
with green moss crawling slowly.
Wind whips past to slow him down,
but he searches thoroughly.
Her heart lies there beneath tall ferns,
calling with every beat.
Racing against others and time,
he can’t accept defeat.
He finds it there, dirty and bruised,
it’s beat is slow and silent.
He blows an icy breath right then,
leaving it relieved and content.
The winner takes it all, they say,
but to him it’s all nothing.
He flew away with heart in hand,
with eternity on his wings.
