The Spirit Roamed The Forest

The Spirit Roamed The Forest

Three days passed 'til the body was found,
It was under a fallen tree.
The body was broken and battered,
But the spirit had been set free.

It looked down at the old man's face,
That was now a ghastly white,
And remembered he had wandered away
In the middle of the night.

He remembered the pain in body and soul,
As he reached ninety-four years.
That someone needed to look after him
Too often brought him to tears.

The spirit roamed the forest,
Upon its blessed release,
Relishing the beauty around it
Along with the stillness and peace.

Once again it was drawn to the tree,
But the body no longer was there.
So, he vanished into the forest,
Without a worry or care.