Arts
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