Direction

There are trees everywhere I look

Their names and breed escape my thoughts

There are twigs and leaves beneath my feet

They all look like scary pretzel sticks

As I stop and look around in one shot

 

I smell smoke and dirt

As the dampness creeps inside my clothes

The air is thin and cold

Making my eyes water and stinging my nose

With every step I hear the earth crackle

But sense I am nearing my way out

I am cold and alone, lost all direction

I see light up ahead but I still have my doubt

 

There’s a tree near a living river

I leaned up against to rest my weary bones

My initials with a date carved in its trunk

Made the sun burst through the clouds

And let me know I was almost home