Woodland Spirit

Such sadness rife in my beating heart,                              
I took to outdoors, searched for release.                              
I walked for miles off the beaten track                              
Then heard a whisper among the trees.                              

It lured me with its soft, haunting breath,                              
A mystic zephyr from far away;                                        
I followed over the meadow grass                                        
And through the trees as they danced and swayed.                    

It led me over the crest of hills,                                        
Yet still I couldn't make out the words.                              
But as I ran I could feel the sun                                         
And see the shadows of soaring birds.                                        

When darkness fell I could hear the sound,                              
The spoken words eased my strife and fears;
A beautiful voice whispered to me:
‘That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.’ ***

And so I felt I was not alone,                                        
For nature I knew would comfort me;                              
Sweet words carried on the gentle breeze                              
Relieved my spirit and set me free.


***The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer.