Around The Wood Poem by Connie Chambers

A sound is there that you cant hear, only I and a fewother may hear
we that hear invite angels of earth
Weeping though that course wood is a narrow trail we can find only when walking alone, seaking what may come
Along the trail a flowing stream full of life. It seems to follow every step untill it parts fast to the right as if trying to tell us not to go furture. not to see whats next
Odd trees surrond the path, not like i'v seen befor.These are croked and arnt hues of green but grays and pale blues
No birds are hear all exspet the nightengale.