Hard to remember mortality
When pulled into the evergreen,
You will be married into the trees
Roots wrapped around you like jewellery
Chanting bitter chlorophyll truth.
Hard to tell with a bird’s song –
Sorrow from joy,
Exposed above the canopy
Is a safer place to be,
But you are tangled up in the story beneath.
Hard to tell from carpeted footfall
If you are running from or running towards.
The forest loves forever
And your path is lost;
You were welcomed and are welcome to stay.