When life is pulling at the hem of my skirt
It is time to take a walk through Ravenbrook Forest.
Passing through the tall trees either side of me
Like sentinels guarding the passage of time.
I feel my heartbeat slow my thoughts become mellow
I am at home here in the forest.
I believe the trees remember me
Maybe I have been an elf in a former life
Lived among them, calling them by name.
They talk to each other and if I am still enough
I can hear the stories they have to tell.
I sit awhile listening to the leaves as the wind passes through
There is no finer music than that of the forest
The light that shines in Ravenbrook renews my soul
I can go home now.
Maybe one day I will write the stories I have heard
Of the many corridors, I have wandered through
While sitting with my old friends.
They will still be here when I am gone
I know each time I journey here
I leave a part of my being with them.
As I leave them behind,
I hear them whisper, “See you soon… “