Lady of the wood

​Saturday, September 17, 2005
Lady of the Wood

She wanders the wasted wood
a forest nymph or a wood elf is she
as displaced in this land of man
 as the bear she so laments.
 Her heart is torn asunder
like the wood she loves
as it is carelessly devoured by man's plans
and thoughtless iron fist.
She is connected to the earth
a spirit of nature
that shines
as she comes for a time
to visit this wretched world
where so much is lost
and to soon forgotten...
So much beauty
in the endless art of leaves and bark
 tangled trees
and forgotten streams.
She cries for the land.
Her heart breaks for the loss of life
so brutally tossed aside
and she hides in sorrow
longing for a glimpse of hope in the morrow.
But in her sadness she forgets
that there is rare beauty in her compassion
a beautiful spirit
in her passion
for these creatures of the earth
and trees.
There is a reason
she is here in this place
of desolation, pain and waste.
She brings a spark of understanding
that few can fathom.
Her voice is a voice of reason
reminding us of the treason
of destroying where we come from
the earth, the trees, the water, the sun.
And though she feels spent
we hear her lament
and pause to revel in the beauty of nature
and sorrow of loss
we might otherwise
let pass us by.

Her passion weeps
the forest sleeps
but beauty is enraptured
in the images she's captured.
And her poetry sings a song
that allows her wood to live on
in the hearts and souls of those
that won't so easily forget
the simple beauty and value of a quiet forest
and the sanctuary that can be found
in the calming sound
of a rambling stream.


Another poem inspired by my lovely friend CrimsonWido

Charity Janisse