A wide sky above me

my feet fall to my heart’s stride

it’s wake is confident when I roam

the sky stretching is deep inside

it’s wind to welcome me home

and if I die

it should be in this place

the woods once more

I’ll be gone, and so ache.

in a ways and many turns I find a corner to the door

in forest green and micklehome, safety bounds me more

just another branching out

it’s a sickness called if never found

oh my aches and how sad they fall

to lose in vain what I fight per day for