Back to the woods

All I wanted to do was sing

I walk through the woods
the sun peeping up.
Bird song above 
long grass below.
Each step takes me deeper and I think
how I’m made of every word I've read,
shaped by every move my body made.

Whispers and echoes, dust under foot.
Familiar, but different every time
like a friend in a new dress I'm delighted to see.
We have much to catch up on
me and the trees.

I stayed away all winter
till it turned to spring
and all I wanted to do
was sing.