I've walked through the forest and I've stumbled through the woods

In the forest I allowed our knowing Mother Earth to guide me

She knows all and chooses best but forces nothing upon any soul

Through the paths of the forest I had direction but no known destination intended

I knew when I'd gotten there when greeted by three doe

We asked nothing of each other

Just unmoving, silent, communication

After parting ways I went to tell of the lost siblings I'd found

However in the woods, I was but an orphan born blind

Leaving a trail of beer cans and cigarette butts to guide me back

My own devices left me adrift

I was approached by others, asking if I knew the way

I did not