He and I seek the silent
Pathway through the green
Shrouded in the woven
Branches of the wood
Clutching fallen canes
Dead from the living trees
My joy unbound
Blood from the past
He and I
On the silent path
This is
the way we know
we go on
Dense and narrow
Barred by branches
Wrought in tangled webs
A seamless tapestry
of leaves
And so it comes to pa**
We go our separate ways
Solitary course
to a place of rest
Crashing through the calm thick green
This is the way, the only way
Hard and coarse is the path to
our place of rest