writings from within the forest

Find Me Where the Moss Grows

Find me where the moss grows,
Where the valley's hills stand tall.
Find me in the caverns,
Where the stalactites waters droplets fall.
Find my footprints left untouched upon the marble floor.
Watch me make my favorite flowers,
Watch me make a hundred more.

Find me where the moss grows,
Upon the forest floor.
Watch the mushrooms take my hand,
And watch it grow just as it was before.
Listen to the weeping willow weep beyond the leaves,
Listen to the birds as they sing and fly within the breeze.

Find me where the moss grows,
And stand upon the rocks as the waves bellow below,
See me decay into the lake and fall just as i rose.
Glide with me upon the waters and feel the salt in your nose.
Lay with me under the pine tree and sing a melody as your eyes close.
e.e.m.