In the Woods

I use to go into the woods and sit
upon a log, alone
Just to be close to heaven and feel
the love within
My soul would fly softly toward the
heavens above.
My heart's worries leaving me,calmness
to take it's place.

I was such a lonely child,no friends to
come and play.
No one to play the childhood games
like others that I knew.
No one to care or lead the way
to fantasies abound,
But yet such love within the woods
Where my soul would take to flight.

Sometimes I wish I were that child again
And soar to the sky above
and feel such love and tenderness.
Perhaps soon I will get my wish
And fly up in the heavens
And feel the soft breezes upon my skin
And love within my heart.

2/22/2008
Judy Lindsey

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