Where there was
White snow and harsh winds
There is now
Newly grown forage and gray gravel
It's still a reprise from the
Demands of the world
Only a short distance away
Those demands still occupy my mind
But now only the forest
Occupies my eyes and
Puts my mind at ease
If only for a short while
It's calm here
Quiet and still
The birds are my companions for now
Maybe I am not their's
But they are mine
My body is still beneath the pines
While my mind wanders the world
A reprise nonetheless
Here I am nobody
Merely an observer passing through
I'll forge through the forage
To meet those demands again
It's still a reprise
