Walking alone in a forest of woods
I meet a dark figure
A wolf, who's eyes captivate me.
A deep spell keeps me from looking away,
away I'm taken by the stray.
An adventure where death meets us with a snare.
Catching us up in something,
that shouldn't be taken so lightly,
Rolling in the ash,
of what we burned.
The forest is nothing after we are finished.
Our love and friendship too much for it to handle.
But in our presence,
we see the destruction.
Together we build the forest back up.
Planting seedlings,
saving whats wild.
Together we fix what we destroyed,
in hope that we can be forgiven.
-Katheriana Schumacher
