home ache

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