Treasure Island

Heather Owens

(8/4/1991 / Greenville, SC)

The Goddess


The forest is quiet
the wind is still
I walk the path
the river beside
I sing the song
the earth alive
the leaves whisper
the grass waves
the rocks crumble
the water rushes
I move in the shadows
the moon by my side
I move in the light
the sun so high
the stars shine
the sky lightens
the rain showers
the snow thickens
I wander through time
the summer swelters
the fall sighs
the winter sleeps
the spring chimes
I wonder why
I walk alone
I sing alone
I wander alone
with only shadow and light by my side.

Submitted: Sunday, October 04, 2009

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