Soul Weave

My soul is weaved around the trees

My dreams are sprouting in the leaves

I hope my life can always be like this beautiful scene

If the time comes that I ever have to look away

I will have no more words to say

I’ll be glad for all the years I was given out here to play

Till that times come I’ll try to also weave my heart

Through the path to give you your place to start

Then it will be you turn play

See the sun poke through the trees each day

And when it’s your turn to pass

I’ll be there waiting in the soft grass

So we can both go home together at last

Author: sasysquatchgirl

A Bigfoot and beyond blogger and Nature Photographer from New England. I spend a majority of my free time in the woods exploring for any signs the hairy man has been around and snapping some pics along the way. So if you’re following this blog, you’ll be the first to know if I see him... View all posts by sasysquatchgirl