these woods

I have protected these woods
for as long as i can remember
the rains drops of April
to the leaf fall of September
The secret trees have grown
and I’ve defended their splendor.

But I could not have predicted
my woods sparked into a blaze
but the random storm lightening
leaving darkness,smoke and haze
And i was cast out of Walden
left with nothing but dismay.

With no living timber to guard
With only dead ash to defend
I could see no real purpose
No meaning to comprehend
I wondered if , like my Walden
I too should meet an end.

Whether provoked by perfumes
Or a feeling deep inside
I really don’t remember
But my eyes opened wide
And began walking towards
the foreign horizon with each stride

I walked through the tall grass
over the flowering landscape
then I stopped to watch the herrings
fishing on over a blue lake
In my woods i never saw them
my woods had never had a lake.

And i looked at the flowers
and I looked the tall grass
And i realized tall woods
That were so guarded from trespass
Had blocked off the sun
From new splendors in the past.

Leaving behind me-as-defender
In the past smoky ash haze
I have become the explorer
New landscapes i will blaze
The world is to be discovered
With infinite pathways.