The Forest

Green and grand,

Lies in your hand.

Mist and smoke

Barriers they evoke.

Do you see the hidden branches?

I sense hidden glances.

Miss the mark and the game is lost.

Too much so fast; it comes at a cost.

Your soul to the forest is granted,

She cares well; she does not reprimand it.

Move too quick,

And the forest is sick.

Move too slow,

And there is no show.

Give too much,

Nothing to clutch.

Give too little,

The roots are brittle.

Shared your story,

but no one bought it.

Showed your courage,

but no one saw it.

Created a wonder,

but no one noticed.

Hide in the forest,

and no one calls you.